Looking at the sundanced tears
my eyes hold back all the tales
while my red eyes turn black
my fist takes away all my sighs.
you think all the sponges would hold back the blood drenched shirts but they
just leak through like a sea of emotion.
This crying that behaves to the pain recieved made the cut that much worst.
But at the end of this lonely nights the tears are the only ones left with
me.
The scars that haunt me are those that free me.
The blood on the tissues reminded of the months that was
Forged Happiness
 
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