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Anger Within my soul is tortured
the sporadic beating
of my heart is hurting me
i don't know how much
longer i can live like this
my nails scratch the surface
and i'm bleeding out the pain
the voices tell me to do it
but i yell out instead
maybe if you stopped looking at
me as if i was crazy
maybe i wouldn't act that way
but i can't act any different
cause that's what i am
crazy thought i guess
if i go now
you will get your wish
living my death i am
as i crawl around the earth
unnoticed
unloved
you want me to dance for you
twirling around in the darkness
of your grip
your grip is tight
suffocating
annihalating
my blood drips slowly caressing
your hands
i rather die
because i can't live for you anymore
