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Even Though They're Gone
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Emo School I feel it.
How the cold crimson liquid
Stains my back
And pours from the wound
That hurts so badly.
Not a mortal wound…
Oh no.
Something deeper,
Something worse.
A pain that drives
Even the sanest crazy
Inside myself,
I cringe and sob.
The pain that is there,
Will stay always.
For it never stops bleeding there;
There it’s my mental wound.
No matter how
I bay it to heal,
It seems to be
Too deep a cut.
Too sharp a hole to heel.
Still bleeding, never stopping,
Never giving me damned rest.
I can’t stop it,
Only know
That it’s still there,
Hurting me inside.
Though they’re gone.
These terrorists of my soul,
I still feel the pain.
It’s sharp and stabbing,
And it only hurts more,
When I feel the crimson blood,
Running freely down my back.
A fatal wound,
Is that,
Is what damned thing they cause.
It still hurts.
Still hurts.
I cry myself away
Away into my mind…
Into the mind where no pain,
No pain at all can get to me…
