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I’m hurt.

Like a wounded deer I lie down and bleed.

I cry and wait to die.



I search for the person to keep me warm;

To heal my wounds.

But whenever I think I found you,

My heart is broken again.

It hurts, I can’t take it anymore.



I cry to sleep,

Like a little sheep.

My wounds don’t heal,

This pain is just too real.



You’ve got to help me.

Where are you?

I’m here, alone in the dark.

In the cold rain, crying and bleeding.

Help me, bring me to the light.

To the happy place.