Dont Think It Has One
i can feel you
dirtting my soul
fingers drawen across me
im screaming in pain
how come no one hears me
closing my eyes
the tears come pouring out
and all i can do if freaking scream
you will never know what it is like to be me
every day is so exusting
drowing in my own filth
some how grown accustom
look
at this disaster
a painted picture of me
lacking all emotion
i strugle to be
and fall to my knees
nothing can fix me
dont want your pitty
slashing away
at my own skin
to carve out a place
some thing i am proud of
realizing to late
thers is beauty
in destruction
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