What do I have left to loose?
It's just another bruise.
I'm gonna let my eyes shut.
What's one more cut?
You found me lying on the floor,
Surrounded, surrounded, as my blood begins to pour.
Nobody cares anymore,
I just feel torn.
Nobody's coming,
So I'm done...
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Tales Of The Forgotten
PoetryLife is full of troubles. One sentence can change everything.