Kyle Schaerffer

Chained to the wall,
hang your head,
here comes your torturer,
you wish you were dead,
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Cut to ease the pain,
the blood dribbles,
dribbles,
enlarging the puddle on the floor,
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dead inside,
drying up,
these tears that have never been cried,
for the lies that have been heard,
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manic depression encompassing my being,
never living a normal life,
my sight shaded black,
never seeing,
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Lost in depression,
knowing nothing will ever be all right,
shadows touching every thought,
every action,
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Sighing into the dark night,
Pain leaking from my body,
Seeing some light,
Meager hope forming,
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Seemingly empty,
seemingly blind,
all thoughts of you,
empty my mind,
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The blood,
draining from my cuts,
emptying my body,
freeing my mind,
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Cutting gaze,
glimpsing inside,
seeing the secrets,
I've tried to hide,
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Hold on tight,
to the things you hold dear,
for when I take them,
you will be gripped with fear,
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Hacking,
cutting,
tearing away,
getting rid of myself,
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Hate me,
Hate me from the start,
hate my jokes,
my looks,
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Drowning in tears,
that won't come out,
trying to scream,
trying to shout,
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Sitting in my lonely corner,
feelings repressed,
ignored,
free yet chained,
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Disturbing thoughts,
racing through my mind,
always evil,
never kind,
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This Sea of Darkness,
ever growing,
trying to find happyness,
never knowing,
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This blade,
this blood,
oh so red,
the cutting,
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