I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole;
the old familiar sting,
try to kill it all away,
but I remember everything.
Wwhat have I become,
my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
goes away in the end,
and you could have it all:
my empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liars chair:
full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings dissapear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
If I could start again,
a million miles away,
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.
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