I'm fed up of the lies. Of the pain. Of the cries.
The cries of those who suffer
And come to me to muster
Up the strength to carry on,
Those who look at me as though the sun has never shone,
Like they've never experienced the mirth of life
Like the only thing they know is strife.
I'm fed up of the lies and the pain,
Smeared into my reality, like a filthy blood stain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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