this pain inside
is killing me
with blue fire
waiting for me
to die
die
die
why can't i
die already?
damn me to hell
subject me
to eternal torture
let me release
this bloody torment
i'm done
i want to be free
die
die
die
i'm ready
to release the hell
bottled inside
let the demons flow
let them take over
die
die
die
the pain is tracing
lines on my skin
spelling words
that only i
can understand
die
die
die
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What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
