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A pen in my hand Nothing in my head Pains in my heart Tears in my eyes Trembling hands Red eyes Stained face Swollen eyes A sharp knife thru my chest A puncture in my heart A wound I doubt Will ever heal. Sleepless nights Days of the same A scar That’ll never fade Broken into pieces Damaged beyond imagination Massacred to the extreme Manipulated to condemnation Words are worthless To what is felt A hole that cant be refilled A tattoo that cant be erased A mark that’ll last for eternity A complete infatuation Land I never thought I’ll be Broken-land A broken person One thing for sure The thing called heart Will be attached to you With epoxy Words are worthless To what is felt
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
Epitome of pain
A pen in my hand Nothing in my head Pains in my heart Tears in my eyes Trembling hands Red eyes Stained face Swollen eyes A sharp knife thru my chest A puncture in my heart A wound I doubt Will ever heal. Sleepless nights Days of the same A scar That’ll never fade Broken into pieces Damaged beyond imagination Massacred to the extreme Manipulated to condemnation Words are worthless To what is felt A hole that cant be refilled A tattoo that cant be erased A mark that’ll last for eternity A complete infatuation Land I never thought I’ll be Broken-land A broken person One thing for sure The thing called heart Will be attached to you With epoxy Words are worthless To what is felt
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hadiza-song
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
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