Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

We're all in the game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.
Your words they tear at your skin,& you continue to let your mind win. & no mater how many stitches you sew, & try to cover up, hoping wont show, I can see the stitches on your heart. I can see where you've been torn apart.
When you speak, your shakes.
Your skin & Bones, Nothing left to take. destruction really is a beautiful thing.
Just the bloody broken mirror on the wall.
you've lost soul, your heart, your sanity, your all.
Tears stain your for days.
& you walk around everyone can see your pain.
But you have to learn to the
in the Broken.
You have to picking up the pieces.
Try & a half, into a whole.
though we both know, That no matter how tight the seams are,
The scars still show.

It becomes the only thing that you are to feel.
Pain, the only thing that this is real.
Stop waiting on someone to & fix you.
You are not broken. a few bends & cracks.
a beautiful girl. Stuck carrying the hate & weight of the world.
to see in the dark.
Learn to in silence.
Paint the canvas, show the world that even a work of art, can come hiding in the dark.
Pick up off the floor, & Begin to mend.
okay to cut yourself while picking up the pieces, just don't let it happen again.
You have to be broken down, you up a new.
& once you realize that the option to do so is you.
You will know all the answers, & know exactly to do.