Do you know how it feels,
For the pain to become so real?
When that warmth you once felt,
Begins to slowly melt.
When every heart beat,
Rips through the sheet,
And every final breath,
Is like a bad trip on meth.
Falling down the hole,
Sharp daggers seem to dull,
And all that you can still remember,
Is that one September,
When you troubles all began,
And how fast you first ran,
To run away from it all,
Even knowing you'd still fall.
As the pain became strong,
Every moment drug on and on,
Though you chose to go on anyways,
Knowing that nevertheless darkness follows your
bright sun rays.
Fate always has its ways to make you bleed,
With your adrenaline pumping throughout the speed.
These nights of hate,
You struggle to fight this fate,
And forever push on through the day,
But no matter what you do this pain will always find a way.




 
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