Your words, they fall like heavy rain,
A torrent, a deluge of discontent,
Your complaints, they pierce my soul,
A sharp knife, tearing me apart,
All your problems, burdening my shoulders,
A weight too heavy for me to bear.
But ask the saints, they will tell you,
I am not a saviour, nor a saint,
I can not carry on this endless strife,
This ceaseless battle within your voice.
All the shouts, they echo in my mind,
A cacophony of anguish, resounding deep,
The pain seeping into my very skin,
Becoming my solace, my twisted relief.
Don't you make me stop, don't you dare,
For this is what helps me face the despair,
Not drawn blood, but the scars within,
A reminder that life's battles I can't win.
Pain is everything. It drags me deep,
In a comfort that will be my ending,
So don't let it stop, let it consume,
For through this joy, you just see pain.
I'll laugh, I'll smile, a facade I'll wear,
But beneath it all, I silently break,
Like Humpty Dumpty, shattered and lost,
Unable to be put together again.
You bury me under the weight of rubble,
But from the ashes, I will lay,
For in this chaos, I find no might,
And in my brokenness, you've lost my light.
So I say,
One for you,
One for them,
One for me who cant be put together again.
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