By Damien Knight
Bleeding wrists can’t match a bleeding Heart
The darkness inside tears me apart
I yearn to wake from this nightmare
Life plagues me it seems unfair
Living in a twisted mire of lies
Is the the man I am inside
One that cannot be saved
Should I dig my own grave
I won’t let myself drown
I won’t be kept down
My heart will heal my soul will thrive
I am grateful to just be alive
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