Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Broken

Nobody knows whats going on inside
Nobody must know whats goin on inside
I can subject myself to all sorts of shit
And I can swim in the seas of agony
And I can kill myself for doing it
I can taste sweet, sweet depression
I can scale the orgasmic pinnacle of pain
And I can swim through and out of my shit
And feel good at the end of it
And no one will ever know what made me
And I will be made
I might seem invincible, but i'm not
I might seem vulnerable, but i'm not
No one will know what can break me
And I can be broken
But nobody will know how to break me
Cause there's only person that could break me
And that... is me.

Ojas Mehta

Author & Editor

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