Thrice I had an urge to hurt
To strangle and mangle
To spit on shoes and slap up dirt
I knew inside something was wrong
My strength and benign were gone
I could hardly feel
I was forced to kneel
Evil lurks inside my heart
From my eyes into my veins
It has given me a mark
A reason to force innocent pain
I fear of losing myself
My heart and my mind
To forget goodness and health
To be stuck confined
I want to be a good guy
To stand tall and speak no lies
I want to be a true hero
But it would cause my demise
Hurt and pain
Dismissing my claims
Hurt and pain
Nothing remains
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Dreamland - Poems
PoetryA unique collection of poetry, Dreamland will have you lost in the stars reading. Spread the word! Epic cover by @HanaYatomo Highest Rank #45 in Poetry
