Dead Heart
the black in my heart makes me want to die
the darknes in my mind causes blood to spill
its torture ans anquish i try to escape
but i never can
the hatred in my feelings
pushes me over the brink
making me suspicious
until its too hard to think
i dont want to cry
maybe i should die
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