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It is a struggle to survive...

I am not sure if I can make it out alive

Not sure how much more I can take

I am on the verge of where I break

Crimson regret pouring from my soul...

velvet red tears stream from that gaping hole

From all the nights I laid her bleeding, you'll never know the shame..

Another cut into my flesh to release that, now to add the blame

I pour my soul out onto the line in hopes that someone could understand..

maybe someone then could feel the pain in their own hand...

I am always a downer, the death of the party

Can anyone out there resuscitate me?

Save me from the sharp shards of my life cutting me apart

Give me the needle and thread to stitch back together my heart...

If I make it through another day, I will be greatly surprised

Its a complicated web weaved inside my head.....and the confusion just seems to rise...