He always liked his body
Never liked getting injured
But these days he feels like cutting
Like using that nicely shaped blade
Drawing a few neat lines on the wrist
Watch the blood spill out
It'll hurt alot cutting lines
But it's a much better pain
It's his burden to bare
He was born alone
He'll die alone too
No need to act otherwise
He knows he's alone
Nothing can change that
He has always been alone
Family is supposed to care and love you
But that's all a lie
Family lies to you
They keep secrets from you
They're the very first to hurt you
Let's be honest
They show the world how to hurt us
How can you say you're family
When all you do is kill me
You all kill me over and over again
Everyday I wake up you kill me
This isn't a family
It's the murder house
He feels he needs a good soul
Someone of pure intentions
In his bad evil world
But would that be fair
To take some pure and innocent
Only to drag them into darkness
Pain makes you strong
Loss makes you appreciate
It's been going good
For a little while now
It all seems so calm
He's happy he's at peace
But he lives in fear
Fear that it'll all end
It'll come crashing down
He'll be all alone once more
He'll be left with his demons
And the thought terrified him
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HAunTed MiNd
PoetryDear reader Alot of us go through pain go through moments we can't seem to understand or know how to share with anyone, half the time we think we're alone. We maybe alone but a lot of people share and know the pain we go through. My write up...
