I don't feel angry at what you did to me.
The rage has gone, the fury past,
The hatred just a sad, sad memory,
I don't feel angry.
I don't feel glad for what you left with me,
The scars that shadow the deepest cuts,
The twisted echo of what was my heart,
I can't feel glad that you tore me apart.
I don't feel sad that you're no longer close to me,
That I won't feel your presence in the dark,
That I won't have your smile, your eyes, your arms,
I won't feel sad.
Can't you see what is left of me?
Don't you know what you have done?
Won't you see what my smiles conceal,
That now you have gone
I won't, can't, don't feel.
I just don't feel.
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Dark Places
ParanormalI am Death. I know who you are... There is darkness and madness in each of us. We must do battle with our own demons. But... What if those demons opened the door in the back of your mind and stepped out. What if they became real? If the night, the s...
