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by enfant du tordu chagrin Feb 14, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Each and every time i hear it Leaves another painful slit Another line of blood is drawn And soon my life will be all gone These lines are not across my skin they leave their scars deep within as slowly my heart is cut away piece by piece and day by day blossoms of fire bloom inside Wounding my soul, within they hide These marks cannot be seen at all Until you hear my hearts hurt call Within my eyes reflects my pain And soon it is that i'll be lain Though my life's blood courses still Not only wounds, but feelings, kill