My hand clenched,
I punch the walls of my mind!
The torments, the anguish,
They never stop!

My knuckles begin to bleed.
I can handle this pain.
Where did I go wrong?
The lies bouncing, stabbing, burning,
My very soul.

My bloody hand,
Has no remorse!
Bones twisted, and shattered.
Any likeness of what was,
Yet still,
The echoes never stop!

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