Bitter anguish tears cross
The heart crusted with dried blood
Stitched and sewn in an attempt to make whole
Salty tears, stinging in a rushing flood Confusion mists the forlorn mind Making all within a giant mess
The tattered remains of a fried brain
Swirl around.. it hurts I must confess Anger burns deeply inside
Hidden away so the world can't see
Self-destructive rage at it's peak
Scouring the mind so right it will never be Cold self-alienation frosts over
Eyes can't even see for the blur
People say it's self-pity, but we know better
For self-pity is not the smallest part of her Shattered hopes and dreams lie
All over her floor
So she becomes one with her pain
And she closes the door
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