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Begin at the start and bleed the tears if you must that One thing you hate about yourself is that you cannot cry. don?t you see what has happened? Who has lived and who has died? You shed no tears for your soul as it disappears.  As you are sacrificed. Where is your heart, the blackened stone, fallen apart. Its true you   were meant to be alone. Hurt in the darkness, my love, if you must. You are strong in all the wrong ways. Grieve in the shadows, in your own arms, for your own heart, the one you lost, the one you fought, the one you miss. Succumb to the crave, the well overflowing, don?t you want to let it out of your eyes? Don?t you see what has happened? Who has lived and who has died? You leak no tears for your soul as it disappears.



They hurt you so bad, and in this filling world left you with nothing

Cant you be sad? For the life which has lost all its meaning

I cannot cry. I am too empty.



You see this wrist? The one you once kissed. The one that a soulless body longs to miss.  My fingers are the only thing on me that moves. To type to you what I am.  No longer beautiful, astray with what youth is now gone.  I only want to relay to you what ive lost. Everything.



Begin at the start and watch it reach an ending. This is it, the dissolution, the expiration, the termination. What vibes are flying, what words are you sending? My body dying, my spirit bending. I cannot cry. I am too empty.



I shed no tears for my soul as it disappears.