I Know


I know pain
for each mark left on the surface of the living
is a scar now left on my spirit
I know sadness
for each tear shed
is caught in the palm of my hand
I know heartache
for every hand has somehow found its way to my heart
slowly trying to rip off a peice for themself
I know fear
for each persons doubts, problems and insercerities
pushes me into the corner with them
I know cruelty,
emptiness,
dispear,
guilt,
regret,
shame,
sorrow,
and so much more

I know too much for my own good
but my own good is knowing

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