I keep pain bottled up inside,
Sewed into a broken heart.
Twisted words from my mouth depart,
Designed and constructed just hurt.
Razors edge slides across frozen veins,
Bleeding memories of years insane.
I’m not who I was before, before –
I’m curled up into the fetal on the floor.
Blood all around, the end is nigh,
I was always worried that I’d die tonight.
Cyanide cocktail kills from the inside.
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