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The world continues living,

still I stand here alone.

Praying for this wound to bleed,

until everything is gone.

My eyes are dry,

for I have cried all my tears.

My veins are empty now,

from bleeding through the years.

All is lost, still I go on.

I still travel through the past.

I’ve seen this many times before,

yet it never seems to last.

I know where this all leads to,

it ends at the beginning of life.

Picking up the pieces of my soul,

and picking up the knife.

Running the blade across my skin,

to feel coldness run so deep.

I yearn to feel that I am slipping,

but cry for my life he shall keep.

Maybe when I am ready to go,

I will have long since stopped this game.

These open wounds that never heal,

these attempts to escape the pain.

Maybe I’ll go before my time,

the effect of these foolish games.

Maybe I’ll turn myself inside out,

and show you I’m still the same.

I’m strong you see, with scares to prove,

my ignorance to everything.

I’m numb to it all, to all the pain,

I’ve long since felt a thing.

So, say what you will,

open your mouth.

I’ve heard it all before.

Maybe someone can do something for you,

but for me there is no cure.