Pain
It's not what it seems
So meticulous
Never to be understood but interpreted
Pain is the feeling of never ending depression
The life being sucked from you with every dying breathe
The moment you and your dreams are taken apart
Waking up each and everyday wanting it to be your last
The cuts bleeding a never ending river of blood
The scars fading so you make more cuts to replace them
The hole in your heart growing bigger as time goes on
Oh god, there's nothing but pain in my heart
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words -Robert Frost
