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peace of heart an peace of mind

two things i will never find

pieces of a fractured soul

finding nothing to make it whole

broken promises, easy lies

the one who told them would break down and cry

if only he still knew how

to sit and place a hand upon his brow

and let the tears take away

the days of sorrow, the days of pain

but instead he sits and gains

new scars to remind him of days gone by

he sits about and tells the lie

that he is having a good day

that all his troubles magically went away

in his mind the lies are burned

and now he gets what he has earned

his skin will cry for his eyes

and his skin will pay for his life of lies

he will take the blade and drag it along

he'll take the blade when the urge is strong

and dig it in to feel the bite

of cold steel and lose the light

hes lost in the never ending darkness of his never ending own heart

all he wishes now is to depart

from the darkness, to feel again

he wishes but it comes to no end

the pain is there and there to stay

he has the method to make it go away

but that is the one that brings so much pain

to the ones he loves when they see the marks

they look and frown and say remarks

that cause as much pain as he threw away