My tears start to be as real as day......Sometimes I even want them to
stay....They are visible, but all they do is ignore....That just makes me
cry more and more......

I cry more for which pain is created...Such pain that it turns to
hate....Hate that turns into words which i cannot even state....

But there is always a way to tame that pain.....A way that it could always
stain.....I know some care, I know some hate....But I just can't stop
and sometimes I am scared....

Scared to the point in which I like the pain....This pain creates some blame
to my game....I blame myself for not stopping, but I can't because I
don't know how.......Which is probly the reason in which I am so sad
now.......

But back to the point at which I started...Back to the pain, the hate, the
tears, the blood...Through all this I hope I can find a way to stop my soul
from hurting....

And as my real tears turn to pain...All you will know I will do the
same....The same game I always play, the game of hurting myself...It's
a way all my tears and fears are turned invisible.....But visible in a way
its drained through my dripping hateful blood....

 
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