Sick
Sick and twisted people can be through in this life
laughing and scoffing behind your back as you turn your head
Even if you don't cry there yelling and taunting brake your
Spirit like a sharp blade.
Sick i am i of being laughed at by others who
no not what true pain is.
This is true pain, Words are true pain.
Sick are they, sick is this world.
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