To kill pain with another kind of pain, this is the one thing I
know best. To bleed out the sorrow and kill the thoughts just for a
moment.
But then the pain, and sorrow and the thoughts come creeping back in, slowly, like darkness they surround me. It leaves me empty inside, empty and numb I give into the blade.
Pain, pain, it’s here to stay.
And the thoughts, they demand to be heard, somedays I wake up and I’m surprised I’m still alive.
But then the pain, and sorrow and the thoughts come creeping back in, slowly, like darkness they surround me. It leaves me empty inside, empty and numb I give into the blade.
Pain, pain, it’s here to stay.
And the thoughts, they demand to be heard, somedays I wake up and I’m surprised I’m still alive.
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