•[Part 1]•
The worst nights are when you really don't know what's going on.
You're just numb.
Sat in the corner of your room,
no idea of what is going on around you,
you feel empty,
lost, broken.
It's nights like these when you see how torn apart your world is,
you noticed the tiniest of details.
You search for answers
But you just can't find them.
You're alone, lost and tired.
I guess darkness captured you for a reason
Nights like this was when I felt real pain...
•[Part2] •
I never knew what real pain was
Not until I actually felt it
All these times I thought I was hurt,
Were the times where the pain was just a scratch.
The real pain cuts deeper than that.
There's no wound,
No scar,
Not physical,
But mentally you are finished.
It's a Psychological Murderer
You begin to feel it in your bones when you move,
At night you stop dreaming,
Instead, you start screaming -silently
Crying, praying for it to stop.
It's like a twister in your body,
destroying everything in it's path.
Your soul turns darker each second,
Like a tea bag in hot water.
The longer the duration,
The darker you become.
You walk past a mirror -
Not recognising the person you see.
Real pain can not be explained in a few simple lines.
It's more than that,
It's a Psychological Murderer.
If you we're to roam in my mind for two minutes,
You would understand.
A sharp sting in your chest, each time you think.
Smiles became invisible,
Weeping becomes inevitable.
I never knew what real pain was,
I swear to you.
I wish I never felt it.
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Psychological Murderer
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