Ardently Written

Their Lies

Its 1 am,

I'm sitting in my room.

Its my only escape from them,

But sadly not from my doom.

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Metal slicing through skin.

The distraction is extraordinary.

Numbing the pain from within,

But I know its only temporary.

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Standing in front of the mirror,

Holding on to a small piece of hope.

Asking myself "why can't the end be any nearer?"

While shoving my emotions in a sealed envelope.

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Its the next day.

I'm very tired.

Of hearing everyone say,

That I'll never be admired.

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Oh my dear hero,

When are you gonna arrive?

I'm slowly letting go,

I don't think I'll survive.

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Cutting, burning, I've tried them all.

Yet why does the pain seem to grow?

Punching, screaming can't make pain fall.

Why can it always make me feel so low?

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People say "let me help you,"

Yet why doesn't it work?

"I'm here when you need someone to talk to."

All their lies make me go berserk!

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When will it all end?

I would love to know.

For I'm tired of having to pretend,

That after every storm comes a rainbow.

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