Dead Inside and Out

January 4, 2012
By , Farmington, MO
Blood smeared.
Pained and teared.
Crying on the ground.
Suffering with no sound.
Screaming in my head.
Wishing I was dead.
Scissors and knives.
Taking Lives.
Slicing a hole.
Killing my soul.
The pain I feel
I could never reveal.
For I'm dead inside.
With nowhere to hide.
With nowhere to hide.

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