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2008 Sometimes the pain in my heart is un explainable,
It makes me wish that I would be stabbed instead.
Sometimes the tears I weep are so sour,
That it burns deeply into my skin.
Sometimes I can't see myself in the mirror,
Because the image is to blurry.
Sometimes I can't open my mouth to speak my feelings,
Because my body wont let me.
Sometimes it dies off and I think I'm in the clear,
But as I fear it comes back with all its mighty.
I would do anything to stop the pain,
To stop the bleeding,
To stop the tears,
To stop this.
