Hating myself I just look for a reason, To escape from my mind prison, But I found nothing... just hate, And my heart is locked with a gate. I have no stories to tell, Just worries waiting for hell, My hope is falling down, And I look like a funny clown. All my scarring are open, I'm fucked with more than a problem, But the answers are hidden in dark, Like a nail in a huge sand park. My mouth is close, no more words, The eyes already seeing other worlds, Where hope is born again, And where there's no hate and pain. Copertă realizată de @diamondstories12