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This is for all the wounds
That are never gonna
Scar me
And for all the ghosts
That are never
Gonna catch me.

Not all scars show
Not all wounds heal
Sometimes you cant
Always see
The pain someone
Feel

A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red,
A broken mirror,
A young girl lays there dead
Their emotions in a tangle,
The room begins to swirl,
She was Mom’s perfect angel,
And Daddy’s little girl.

The world did cry
The night you died
And I’m no good at suicide

I’m sick or crying
Tired of trying
Yeah I’m smiling’
But in side I’m dying

S L O W LY
I pick the gun up
I feel my hand shaking
I here my heart beating
I point the gun
Towards my chest
For people will know
A true B R O K E N heart

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