Tomorrow makes two years
since the day that i was raped.
Maybe it will be the day
that i shall seek death's gate.
Ever since that day
Nothing's really changed.
I'm still just a depressed addict
Nothing's rearranged.
I go to work and make my money
To pay for my mental abuse.
Sometimes I feel like trying
but then i figure,what's the use.
I party 'til the break of dawn
Then cry myself to sleep.
and that's the worst time of all
for that's when the nightmares creep.
visions of a wonderful life
I could have, if i had the will.
visions of my painful past
that to this day, haunt me still.
And when i awake in the morning
Everything's the same.
I go through life not caring
Like it's just some fucking game.
People continue to hurt me
But i can't hurt them back.
vengeance is a quality
I guess i just seem to lack.
but I can't hold it all inside
the pain is just too much.
so I cut and burn myself
seeking warmth from a razor's touch.
Tomorrow I may be here
but maybe I will not.
If the demons should come to take me
Just know that I couldn't have fought.
Time and pain have marked my soul
In a way no one could ever understand.
and the time's I've needed love the most
No one was there to hold my hand.
Poem My Lost Heart
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