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Weakness
this pain inside from which I run
is all the hurt that you have done
the scars I bear you seem not to see
but from my gaze you now flee
it seems you may now feel some guilt
but its too late my heart seems to wilt
it may yet be my blood that is spilled
you see me and the heart you killed
you see the crimson life flowing
I feel my life it is all going
out of my wrists and in the bath
I look in the mirror and all I feel is wrath
hatred of all I see, hatred of all the human race
I look upon my own atrocious face
I see the hurt etched upon my skin
I feel the pain and hate begin
I hate the weakness in my heart
I hate the pain felt while we're apart
my heart it seems can take no more
I count to ten then hit the floor
the pain it all seems to flow away
it seems to fade with the red spray
the fate of blood, the fate of me
the fate of all that you can see
it all fades and turns to dust
it all fades away and begins to rust
the shiny finish rots away
the deepest black turns to grey
the blackness of my broken heart
wont seem to fade its my only art
to play the hurt out till its gone
to play the stupid helpless fawn
this act of hurting is getting old
im tired of writing about how im so cold
on the inside and how I hurt
im tired of spilling my heart out into the dirt
and all to get the love and praise
that I never got when I was raised
no love for me it is my curse
this path I walk I cannot traverse
I’ve fallen down and still I crawl
I carry on my life seems to pall
this shallow life is all to much
I might take the knife and tightly clutch
this, my only cure for the way I feel
the only way for me to heal
is to bathe in my own life’s blood
to cut my flesh and start the flood
that will be the last time I will bleed
it will end all my wants and needs
it will end my life and kill you all
it will kill you when I take the fall
and plunge the blade in so deep
just to make my skin weep
the way I just wish I could do
and then the marks will be my final tattoo
