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by squeak Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1356765
It might hurt at first, but you get use to the pain
Fresh Scars

Depression sinks in like a weight
Can't turn back for now it's too late
My words cut through sharper than blades
There are marks from the wounds that I've made
My sadness is painful to hold
My heart feels so bitter and cold
The lies are the words that I sold
My torture is the words that are told
Salvation is where I must go
Guilty I walk all alone
My scars are the past that I know
The blade marks the cuts that now show
Out of this world I must part
Into the shadows and dark
Back where it all had to start
To my black and bleeding broken heart
I don't know how things went so wrong
I use to think I would belong
Now everything seems to be gone
I guess I was a screw up all along
Everything was good then went bad
Now I am torn up and sad
This frustrates me now I am mad
I ruined the friendship we had
There goes my regrets I won't take
As slowly my soul begins to break
I guess as a person I am fake
I'm out of reach now it's too late
No I can't say I'm alright
Inside I'm losing the fight
Further I fall from the light
Everything’s now out of sight
Inside I feel like I'm sick
Hoping that this is a trick
Now that I'm down I am kicked
Maybe I just won't be missed
Is it better on the other side?
A place where I won't have to hide
Simply I fell down and cried
Not noticed I withered and died
I can't answer why
My life is a lie
Now I can just cry
For soon I shall die
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