They ask me how I feel,
They want me to explain,
I am supposed to put into words
How you caused these searing pains.


It took some searching in myself,
But I have found out why;
I found why people feel this way;
Are made so joyless and will to die.


There is a place in the human soul
Where there is nothing to reside.
It starts as only a tiny bubble
Formed by the first pain or by the first lie.


This feeling of hurt,
It grows in this hole,
It fills every crack
Until it has filled your whole soul.


Then this feeling
Continues to grow
and what happens next,
I am sure that you know.


Your soul cannot take it;
It springs leaks, and then,
It explodes into pieces
That one cannot mend.


Here you have it,
I have explained it my best.
It feels like the blast hit my heart
and made puree of my chest.


 
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