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nothing for me here
i am living in a world divided,
my own inner demons i confided,
they are my only friends,
be with me until my end,
the world outside is broken,
one i no longer want to grow up in,
where i am cast out,
hated,
instigated,
but obligated to tell you,
that it was you,
who did this to me,
opened my eyes and set me free,
took away all my love, happiness and joy,
fucked me about like youre druken fucking toy,
fist after fist,
never yet been kissed,
this is my physical fucking turmoil,
if i didnt break out then i would be under 6ft of soil,
sad thing is you'll never understand,
whats its like to walk this baron land,
where you recognize fuck all,
no sounds, not even a crows call,
the emptiness and hate,
this is what you created,
i am tired of being your punch bag,
could never break free, no matter how hard i tried,
the abuse and pain will never go away,
forever in this living hell i am to stay,
the only time im not hurt is when im not home,
even sitting in school i feel on my own,
i put on a smile just to see happy,
no-one seems to know whats wrong,
end of the day bell and everyone is gone,
im sitting in tears,
facing my fears,
ready to be in hurt for another day,
when my hero sat down,
wiped away my tears and simply asked,
are you okay? ...........................
my own inner demons i confided,
they are my only friends,
be with me until my end,
the world outside is broken,
one i no longer want to grow up in,
where i am cast out,
hated,
instigated,
but obligated to tell you,
that it was you,
who did this to me,
opened my eyes and set me free,
took away all my love, happiness and joy,
fucked me about like youre druken fucking toy,
fist after fist,
never yet been kissed,
this is my physical fucking turmoil,
if i didnt break out then i would be under 6ft of soil,
sad thing is you'll never understand,
whats its like to walk this baron land,
where you recognize fuck all,
no sounds, not even a crows call,
the emptiness and hate,
this is what you created,
i am tired of being your punch bag,
could never break free, no matter how hard i tried,
the abuse and pain will never go away,
forever in this living hell i am to stay,
the only time im not hurt is when im not home,
even sitting in school i feel on my own,
i put on a smile just to see happy,
no-one seems to know whats wrong,
end of the day bell and everyone is gone,
im sitting in tears,
facing my fears,
ready to be in hurt for another day,
when my hero sat down,
wiped away my tears and simply asked,
are you okay? ...........................
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