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It Burns
Words don't describe,
How it was that day.
And nor do the tears,
That fall down my face.
That falling feeling,
That got hold.
Of my feeble body,
Felt so cold.
The shovel; it tore me apart,
And ripped out my insides,
Was nothing.
To the knife,
That sliced open my heart.
The shadow,
That feeling,
Of not being good enough,
Cut deep
And shattered my already rough,
Heart.
Those brown eyes,
So deep and gentle,
Were so unseeing to the painful cries,
That were driving me mental.
That feeling,
Deep inside.
Of no refuge,
Or place to hide,
Returned.
And, like fire,
It burns.
How it was that day.
And nor do the tears,
That fall down my face.
That falling feeling,
That got hold.
Of my feeble body,
Felt so cold.
The shovel; it tore me apart,
And ripped out my insides,
Was nothing.
To the knife,
That sliced open my heart.
The shadow,
That feeling,
Of not being good enough,
Cut deep
And shattered my already rough,
Heart.
Those brown eyes,
So deep and gentle,
Were so unseeing to the painful cries,
That were driving me mental.
That feeling,
Deep inside.
Of no refuge,
Or place to hide,
Returned.
And, like fire,
It burns.
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