Cried

I cried while you were gone.

       		          The        	t
                		          e
                		             a
               		                        r
               		                          s
                                                             	 they	 s t u n g       my cheeks.

       		         It left a trail, a crimson water

                   					                     in a pool of former me.
             And I wallowed in the thought

                                                                    that this is what it is.


     And no   m
                      a
                        t
                          t
                           e
                             r        where I find myself,

                                      The control 	     e v  a   d    e     s    		     my grip.
                                

And I try to fight
                      and fight
                                    and fight.
                                                                      I try to just forget.
                                  

                    The thoughts I find inside my head

               			                                     Are too hard to relive.
   
                               I refuse to be a slave,      
                                                                               to the pauper and the King.

                  			 I lay my weary head    d

                          					             o

                             				                     w
 
                    					                     n
           
          Not ashamed, but struggling.

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