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Untitled(Scar Ridden)
Wanting so very much. Asking for the world. Unable to rely on anyone for anything. You just cant win the race. You push for your love. The martyr as pushed forth. Asking for the pity of everyone around you.
You make your razors yourself. You cause your own wounds. You want it all. You want the sympathy of your peers. The saint has arrived. Never doing wrong in your own eyes. Placing the fault on all others. Innocent as a new born child.
You tie your own noose. You pull it tight, You tie it off. Waiting for the adoration of everyone around you.
No love for yourself, Carrying everything else in your cold bruised heart. Running back to past failure. Here is the tortured soul. Bleeding yourself dry for everyone but yourself. Dying inside every time you fail. Everyday, laying in your dark room, opening physical and emotional scars, remember the past pain. Looking past the shortcomings of others. Caring too much for others happiness, but never your own. For fear of being wrong. Pushing her to her death, years ahead of her time.
Your reddened tear stained eyes. Your failed smiles. Your ever searching soul. Your let down spirit peering over your false happiness. Here is the broken heart, Never meant to feel the joy of love as everyone else seems to enjoy so very much
