Luyện nghe bài hát Beauty in the Broken

We're all in the same game, just different levels. with the same hell, just different devils.
Your words they tear at your skin,& you 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 where you've been torn apart.
When you speak, your shakes.
Your skin & Bones, Nothing left to take. Self destruction really is a thing.
Just like the bloody mirror on the wall.
lost your soul, your heart, your sanity, your all.
Tears your face for days.
& you around knowing everyone can see your pain.
But you to learn to find the
in the Broken.
You to start picking up the pieces.
Try & a half, into a whole.
Even though we both know, no matter how tight the seams are,
The scars still show.

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