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This pain inside, tears me down.

Im at my weakest point, lower than the ground.



Razor blades cut my soul.

Silent screams.

No one knows.



I cry at night, Curled in my bed.

Years gone by, tears unshed.



I wanna scream out my soul. Let my spirit be free.



No one can see who is really me.



My mind haunts me, My dreams taunt me.



I want to live, I want to fly.

When will my turn come?



Shattered dreams gone by.



Nothing's changed.



What the fuck is this life even for?

Is it just to prove were hardcore?



Is there really a god? Or was it all just a lie?

Were our spirit's even meant to fly?



The mind is a weapon.

Bend it at your will.

You can mold it and shape it like a melted piece of steel.



My mind is already fucked up and bent.

Twisted and turned.

Molded and shaped, And there's no escape.



When will my serenity come?

When will my soul find its peace?



Broken tears, Shattered mirrors.

Haunting lullaby's been stuck for years.



Look into my eyes.

See the pain of the past.



Trust me bitch, You wouldn't last.



The depths of hell live in my soul...

But thats what i call home.



Scratching and biting

Teary eyed and fighting.



I want to be free, and im not giving up.