I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healed,
You’ll never know what’s wrong with me…
Until you stare down the reflection,
Cogitate the meaning of the words as the tumble from my mouth,
You just manage to make them breathe pain and hate,
Shape, mold, create the river of tears that flow from my eyes,
What should I have but hatred and pain?
If I can’t have the only thing I long for?

 
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