The burning inside my brain
Brought about by months of pain
I search for the light of day
Why do my words of love
Ring so hollow within her soul
The girl I once loved dearly
Through the hell inside her
Now casts me away
My blood is made nothing
Without an ounce of regret
Why am I forsaken in my darkest hour
Chained by fear and pain
Left to suffer
No matter my sacrifice
No matter the weight I helped her hold
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Newton's Cradle
PuisiThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
