Piercing my soul:
I am bruised
Wounding my heart:
I am confused
You take my dignity
You break my bones
I sit in pain
My body groans
The scars I wield
Prove my past
Like a shattered window
Shards of mistrust
I thirst for truth:
I hunger for love
And yet I receive
None such above
But I will live on
And you will fail
I'm not stopping
I will prevail
My thorn, My thorn
Be gone for good
For thou art but
A rotten wood
O poison ivy
Hide from my sight
Depart from me
Let me delight
And then I breathed
A silent breath
A final testament
Of my death
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