Wounded
These thoughts fill my brain,
my mind is screaming loudly.
I'm tired of this dark world,
the demons that lurk around corners.
Not one place is safe,
there is no where to hide.
Pain fills my life,
sorrow fills my heart.
Darkness clouds my thoughts,
shrouding my better judgment.
The walls are closing in,
the shadows are growing near.
Suffocated by pain,
drowning in a river of tears.
My eyes are growing red,
as the knife carves deep,
deep into my tender flesh.
The memories cut deep,
leaving behind fresh scars.
These thoughts that fill my brain,
drive me insane.
A scream caught in my throat,
chokes out all of my breath.
When will this sorrow end?
When will this bleeding heart mend?
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