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all the marks they fade away

but still this hurt, this pain remains

the memories won't fade so fast

the memories they tend to last

for an eternity, or till more grief comes

and so I climb these blood slick rungs

the rungs of life, of growing up

the coppery taste of the blood filled cup

the cup is filled with your own blood

the cup falls and starts a flood

of misery and the deepest grief

you look on in disbelief

as you life spins out of control

you hate them all as they console

your broken heart and sullied mind

you see the way, they seem so blind

your mind is sullied by all their lies

the logic they use it totally deifies all common sense, they cast you out

for what? for being devout?

you try so hard to be the one

that they see and do not shun

but all your efforts made in vain

your agony, your hurt, your pain

it lives on after they have left

you find yourself, you feel bereft of loyalty and self esteem

you see your self and start to scream

you think you have nothing left to give

you try to see why you should live

you live for others, to save them pain

and yet you hurt, you burn again

you burn for one, to love and trust

but they took your all and then they thrust

it deep inside the flesh of your heart

they tore you up, your love is tart

the bitter sweet, the end of all

the only thing for which you fall

the only thing that has the gall

to consume your heart and make you crawl

to be the one to be their all

to be the one for whom they fall