The side you don't see...

A sick routine of heartbreak
The rise and fall of hope
Sobriety called reality
Opened eyes fall upon pain
A sick routine of heartbreak
One after another
Pure white innocence
Covered by black lust
Screaming for help in an empty hall
My mistakes bear down on me as I weep
Blood seeps from the word in my flesh
W****…
A routine of heartbreak
The side you never see.





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