Thought I've forgotten the whole thing
But the truth is past won't leave me alone
This endless play have gotten me lose my wings
I've closed my own friendship zone
.
No one is welcomed here anymore
No more fake faces, no more hurt'
The mask that has been so far, wore
Is about to get thrown in dirt
.
I'm taught to live on my own
And fix the wounds with no hands
My heart has became thicker than stone
Darkened blood is blended with sand
.
Why to me, the moon looks red
why the sky is falling down ?
Looks like it has a lot, bled
It fells from its mighty throne...
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PoetryPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
