Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the 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 they wont show, I can see the stitches on your heart. I can see you've been torn apart.
you speak, your voice shakes.
Your & Bones, Nothing left to take. Self destruction really is a beautiful thing.
like the bloody broken mirror on the wall.
you've lost your soul, your heart, sanity, your all.
Tears stain face for days.
& you around knowing everyone can see your pain.
But you have to to find the
in the Broken.
You to start picking up the pieces.
Try & a half, into a whole.
Even we both know, That no matter how tight the seams are,
The will still show.

It becomes the only thing that you are to feel.
Pain, the only that proves this is real.
Stop waiting on someone to & fix you.
You are not broken. a few bends & cracks.
You're a 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.
yourself up off the floor, & Begin to mend.
It's okay to cut yourself while picking up the pieces, don't let it happen again.
You have to be down, you build up a new.
& once you that the option to do so is within you.
You will know all the answers, & know exactly to do.