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by Flying Phoenix Apr 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Hail outside my window I am sheltered from the pain Small ice balls of evil Thrown hard against my name Insults shot By passing figures Stabbing darts The hurt disfigures Pain comes In many forms Sometimes physically Or mentally it's torn Curled up tight To hide from the menice Yet only love Could replenish The empty hole Left inside my soul Alone I wait In the cold I didn't do wrong So why attack me so? Is it my fault That I did not know? From the distant place Of despair and fear I was rescued By the ones I hold dear Thankyou again For pulling me through I remember now And I'll always love you