My Friends Pain
One stroke left, one stroke right and all my pain flows out of sight
Blood pumps through coarsing veins Releasing all my inner pains
Releasing all emotions built Now replaced with searing guilt.
Guilt of befriending a razor blade To make my pains slowly fade
build, release...... again and again Why can't i have a normal friend?
My life becomes a paradox To only end within a box.
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