Poems: Life is Life.

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Pain comes in a collection of open wounds,
Yet my tears don't dare to make any sounds,
Walking back to my darkest moments,
All my hidden feelings come out to play,
I can't see any better way;

Everyone wants a taste in love,
But I prefer to keep things to myself,
I live to hide my love,
Because I've always lived under the highest self;

I've been a fool and I've been blind,
My past can never stay behind,
I've been broken and I've been lost,
I've been hurt the most;

But tonight I'm done trying to fix my wounds,
Gonna bury my troubled past in the ground,
I prefer to keep some things to myself,
Because I've always lived under the highest self;

You know it's hard to dance alone with your demons on your back,
I've got to move on,
I'm done with a world that has a inhuman heart,
I'll cut it out and find somewhere else to restart,
I'll be damned if I give it just half a chance,
For tomorrow, I hope to be better,
I no longer need to suffer;

For I've found heaven,
A home placed for me,
Where I prefer to keep to myself,
Because I've always lived under the highest shelf;