The loneliness inside of me grows as each fortification crumbles,
Holding no peace for my wretched heart,
Tears slide down my cheeks as a sign that tomorrow will not come,
The invisible blade is held above my bosom ready to strike,
A wretched soul tattered with no hopes of relief from its internal hemorrhaging
Releasing this eternal blade forever reliving me of heartache and sorrows, to just live
One last sorrowful smile i will grace you with and haunt you till life's end
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