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Victim of the Monster

By , Shullsburg, WI
You were raised on pain and fed on sorrow
Just sitting there wishing for the next tomorrow
Then you found your heaven, you found your cure
For all of that s*** that you ever endured
Made you feel so good inside
From all those ugly memories you hide
You run out,then you go to your "friends" door
You love the feeling, but you regret some decisions
Day after day though, you keep making those incisions
You wish your face wasn't in a pile of ash
You try getting better but then you just crash
You think your life is nothing
You want to just be free
You drown on the thing that helped you be
Look back on the things you did
For all the lies that you ever told
For all of the s*** you ever sold
For all the anger that you lit
For all the sadness that you knit
For all of the grievances they gave
For all the lives that you didn't save
So when you done with all your dying
Will you last thought be,
What was the point of your first time trying?





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