Where I hurt...

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It's not the scary thing that hides under your bed...

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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It's no the scary thing thast hides under your bed,

In your closet,

On the back of your door.

 

It's not soething you see from the outside, it's in there,

In your heart, 

All of your soul.

 

Sometimes you can't control it and it makes you fell,

Feel the saddness, 

Drown in fear.

 

Sometimes you need to find another way to let it out, 

Let it run, 

On crimson rivers.

 

It's not the scarry thing that hides under your bed, 

In your closet, 

On the back of your door.

 

It's bigger, 

Meaner, 

Full of hate, 

Sadness, 

Fear, 

Breaking fragile hearts, 

Tearing me appart.

 

It's the thing inside me that hurts, so I make myself hurt on the outside too. 


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