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Severed tires of my painful past

Some choose to disappear from my life so fast

I cant seem to understand the reason why

People choose to look me in the eyes and lie



Am I an easy target, so fun to taunt

I am the one that all the ghosts choose to haunt

I have to run far away to save my life

I find myself in love with the knife



Always causing bad, never good

I am someone accused for being missunderstood

No one gets me but they never even try

I cant believe when they say they care, to me it is just another lie



Always in a daze, not sure of what is real

I am so confused, this all seems so surreal

Always numb, pain is what I would rather feel

At times I am so angry that I could kill



Completely empty on the inside

So much shame I have to hide

So hurt and alone...

So cold and frozen to the bone...



Lost and helpless... just another hopeles case

A worthless being just taking up space

If I were to leave not a soul would notice

If I were to go, I doubt anyone would even care



I wish I could take back the pain

If I could I am sure that I would

But the pain has become my entire life

Luring me straight towards the knife



So many mistakes I made

Unable to find salvation

All hope in anyting is abandoned



I will never be whole again

My heart will never heal

I will continue to bleed...

Just enough to feel.....