Dig down deep,
Knife that causes scars.
It can't be healed,
Locked between the bars.Band aids could cover,
Never really heal.
Pain and loneliness,
What I really feel.No turning back,
Never leave my side.
All those promises,
Broken down by pride.Can't escape the misery,
I'll be living in this cage.
And for the rest of my life,
I'll rip our story's page.
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Treasures (Poetry Book Number Two)
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