The damage you did inside of me
was not over when you died.
Through this world you walk with quiet loneliness.
Taken every step with blind unawareness.
You look for the keys to doors
that never existed. The scars
remain with every step you endure.
You're beliefs become you're fears.
Trust is nonexistent, only tears.
Time will not heal the wounds.
Scars will fade. Only you never
stop being afraid.
You are a victim of cruel fate.
Now it brings rage and hate
Ghosts shattered my innocence.
I'm still bound by their existence.
Waiting for someone to reach me
inside, to hear my distress before I die.
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