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So tired of being weak,

Why must this happen again,

This rage that festers inside my heart,

Hurting more than ever before,



Loving and wanting you,

Cut down by uncontrolable needs,

Dying within my soul,

Shredded and torn,



Cast aside as a child's toy would be negelected,

My eyes burning for wanted tears,

Holding my own, yet wanting to break,

Closing my door to catch my breath again,



Why must it end this way,

I'll never be all right,

Saying what I don't mean,

Never thinking carefully,

Of my decisions infront of me,



The path that lays behind incrusted with misery,

Blown from my hole,

Digging in once again,

Infecting everything around,

Why must I burden others with these feelings.



Trying to hold on to what I have,

Slipping through my fingers,

Everyone I hold dear are fading away,

Alone, I rest in this cold,



My heart trying to beat,

Leaking from every orphise I have,

Bleeding out for help,

Crying my hatred out,

Cutting my pain away,



Blood loss and angel's blindness,

Ever growing fear of death,

Smelling his presence near my being,

I lived,

I loved,

I burned,

I die.