I-Am-Torn
Lament of my heart
sang by my soul.
Remarks of the hurt
visible through thy hole.
This pain in deadly fatal,
my aim is to have it
bandaged,
the agony is getting
worse
damn you've hurt me and
now i'm toxic.
I hide my pain and
wounds
behind my wide smile.
I avoid watery eyes
by remindin myself
about what we used to
be
I'm torn deep inside
my rib cage.
My organs are interrupted
by the cuts your
neglectance
has caused to my heart.
My patience and
perseverance seem
to lack due to the damage
you done in my soul.
I bleed the reaction
i do when my blood
circulation is disturbed
by the blood clots caused
by the pain you've caused
me.
My brain aches,
my heart is wounded,
my mind is swollen,
my soul is over stitched
I'm torn and nothing
can be done to fix me up,
I give away my boots,
hand in my membership
card,
hang my jersey,
leave the field
and quit the game...
T.O.R.N!!!
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