March 6, 2011
all i ever wanted
was for someone to know the real me
but the truth is
no one will ever see
i am misunderstood
a blooming tragedy
too bad this flower
was born dead and brittle
i suffer with loneliness
a sickness that won’t ever give up
i am never enough
suffering in the dark
bleeding on the inside
so no one can see
there’s scars on my heart
they never fade away
i can’t go on
dying inside
slow and painful
the glitter in my veins
has lost that special sparkle
and the glint in my eye
has faded into death
realize my hands shake from being alone
and when i finally die
no one will no why

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