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Blood pours, it hurts my eyes In the darkness, I cannot see It burns the fear, but anger remains Takes hold, I cannot control I see your face, it's blurred red The smell, that sweet sick smell Of metal and tears and pain I want to cry, but the anger I feel Grows bigger, the darkness forms Your heart, it's poison buried deep Twisted and insecure, ugly inside and out If you could love, I'd try to understand But you will always be afraid You'll never be me, you'll never win And neither will I, if I feel anger My soul forever scarred, like my dreams Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Lessons Covered In Blood
Blood pours, it hurts my eyes In the darkness, I cannot see It burns the fear, but anger remains Takes hold, I cannot control I see your face, it's blurred red The smell, that sweet sick smell Of metal and tears and pain I want to cry, but the anger I feel Grows bigger, the darkness forms Your heart, it's poison buried deep Twisted and insecure, ugly inside and out If you could love, I'd try to understand But you will always be afraid You'll never be me, you'll never win And neither will I, if I feel anger My soul forever scarred, like my dreams Thank you for showing me, how not to be.
lucy-ennis
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
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