The dead can't cry...
Left alone,
To think im made of stone,
Or ice so very cold,
Causing me to relive pain so very old,
I want to scream,
Wake up from this horrible dream,
But its all real,
I wish I didnt have to feel,
I'm so very cold,
From the ice and emptiness that is all that's left of my soul,
Someone help me,
Can't anyone see,
The pain I'm in,
Or has the ignorance is bliss again begun?
Dead inside,
No more places to hide,
Broken heart,
Torn apart,
Tired and bled,
Just shoot me in the head,
I want to lie down and finally die,
Because the dead dont cry...
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