Pain Is Like A Thief In The Night

It's Always There Reminding Me Of My Despair

It's Quick To Stab Me In The Front

Because It Just That Kind

Replays All My Misery In My Mind

For What Is It That It Wants Me To See

Ahh That's It

It Want To See Me Broken

It Wants To See Me Bleed

Bright Red Drops From My Veins

And I Cuddle Up In A Ball To Try Lock Away My Pain

But At Last What Is The Point

What Can I Do

When Im Nothing But An Open Wound .

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