By Elaina
Date: 28 January 2001
Wounded
Wounds so deep
healing isn't
even an option.
Tears so constant
I'm drowning in
my mysery. Hurt
so overwhelming
I'd rather die.
Crazy haunts the
only innocence left.
Fear swollows any
comfort you could
give. Your eyes are
the sliping truth
of what will never
be. Your touch
the peacful sadness
that resides in my
heart. You...you
twist all that's
wrong and make it
right, you've cast
an unbreakable spell.
Always my shoulder
to cry on, but who
can I talk to when
your the one causing
the blinding deception??
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