Here it is, Don't make me regret it.
Let me show you what, is inside.What is really, going on
Why I want to hide
I know you probably do not even care.
A fear? Yes, ultimately heartbroken
mostly unspoken, held in.
That is why I am so mixed up with emotions.
In my thoughts they boil and toil
taking sanity's place
turning me against myself from the inside out.
Slowly my heart still somehow beats
as memories I hate creep back inside
with sharp haughty teeth
Ready to devour...
Every hour of those nights I can not sleep
is a battle to keep purging those thoughts.
Enough hatered with fear underneath
to make a boy hurt himself
A boy who use to feel so lonely
That is what is inside.
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