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Heartache burns into your skin with a blade.
you never feel the same after that first cut
It stains your way of life with blood.
Like a closed book you let know one in
hiding yourself under black so they can't see within
like you don't exist to them.
The saddest part is that it works for a while
but you begin to miss your own smile
it is trapped somewhere beneath the blood the black
the pain the scares everything that has made you who you are.
Searching for who you use to be just finding more and more
misery that person is lost in the past with no way back.
his words stabbed through her heart
and now she is dead.