You don’t see the madness of disease.
The crusade of death, a created depth.
You cry, but none notices.
Your locked in their stares, a horrific affair.
No one understands you, you're alone in this world.
Broken and left to die, a way to cry.
You find yourself falling, but you don’t care,
Maybe dying is the only thing fair.
Your Bandaged...
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