Hell is a heart that cannot tell
the hoplessness that burns like hell.
Failure is that trick that makes you pale,
at that stupid shit you knew would fail.
Hatred is another word, lest
you forget that knife inside your chest.
Miserable is a little thought
meant to be an endless taunt.
My own brain is telling me this,
and i know it must be amiss,
But my heart believes the rotten words,
as innocent as a flock of mocking birds.
I wish the lies would just go away,
but all your words just make me pay,
A bit of heart, A bit of soul,
I'm shrivling to a blackened hole.
I want you to save my life,
but your hand is only a knife,
I thought i was going to shed a tear,
But all i feel is fear.
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