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Something You Can't Fix
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Emo School A pain,
A damned pain,
A pain,
So deeply bleeding,
So deep,
That not even
The heavens could know,
Not even
The angels could feel,
What it’s like,
To feel this,
This pain.
Deep and sharp,
Knowing that
Somehow,
You’ve screwed
Something up again.
Hard to push away,
The knowledge
That it can’t be fixed,
That no tool
No band-aid
Could heal
What damage
You have done.
Somehow,
Since you’ve
Done it again,
You’ve screwed up
All over again,
Guilt takes you,
And you go
From anger,
To sorrow,
To pain,
To the Guilt
That plagues
You finally.
Little words,
Make the mistakes
For you,
Big words,
Only make it
Ten times
Worse.
When you try,
Try to get out,
What grief you feel,
How much
It hurts,
To know you can’t,
Can’t fix it,
With a tool,
Or a band-aid
Hell is better,
Because it’s easier,
When you don’t
Have time
To concentrate
On the guilt-
The pain,
All you know is fire.
It’s easier in hell.
Because,
You know,
You can see,
Others that suffer
As well as you.
Instead of feeling
So alone.
So dead,
So full of guilt…
