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the things no one sees

are the things that hide deep within me.

things i cant begin to tell anyone,

not sure of where the beginning starts the end stops.



Its been years living in misery

i cant get away from the monster that haunts me.

the bruises on my body is a steady reminder

of what i wish was never there and what i wish was.



i wish my skin was clear as the day i were born

but instead i get ugliness i cant control.

no one knows me

they know what i tell them which isnt much.



only a selected few

will ever know what happens behind closed doors.

when theyre shut and locked up tight

and no ones around to hear my screams.



and save my soul

No one will ever know how much i hurt.

how much i struggle with moving

it kills me to move.



but yet i make myself anyways

the bruises on my back a constant reminder,

of the sin buried deep within.