Lost and alone I wander barefoot through a realm of shattered dreams,
Each tiny shard of hope laughing at me as they pierce into my flesh,
I contemplate my pain and why it should amuse them so,
For now they have tasted my agony and I too have become broken,
Tears of blood I cry as I pluck each shattered dream from my soul,
Yet why do I mourn the fact that they are no longer part of me?
Must I crave the sweet sting of pain to feel truly alive?
My humanity imprisoned by the walls of my own self doubt,
When you read my thoughts, smile... For my pain has ears...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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Such a thought - 'Must I crave the sweet sting of pain to feel truly alive? ' such a Brilliant line!