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Sometimes the pain in my heart is un explainable,

It makes me wish that I would be stabbed instead.

Sometimes the tears I weep are so sour,

That it burns deeply into my skin.



Sometimes I can't see myself in the mirror,

Because the image is to blurry.

Sometimes I can't open my mouth to speak my feelings,

Because my body wont let me.



Sometimes it dies off and I think I'm in the clear,

But as I fear it comes back with all its mighty.



I would do anything to stop the pain,

To stop the bleeding,

To stop the tears,

To stop this.