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When the pain is too much to handle,

I cry my self to sleep,

Hoping i never awake,



Even in my dreams i cannot get away,

I start to scream ripping my flesh

Right down to the bone,



My wish does not come true,

I awake to this world of anger and suffering,

I grasp on the wish that it would all end,



Through the day it gets worse,

The building up to that pain inside,

Trying to keep it to yourself,



When it just gets too much,

The point when you really wish it would all end,

That you could just get a knife and cut the bad out,



I think to myself will this pain ever end,

Or is it that i am destined to live,

A life of remembering that day.....