The place I go
Is quite shameful
When it's all too much;
Too painful
I curl up in a ball
Up goes my concrete wall
Away from life I cry
Away from you I hide
I count to ten
Nails dig in
I close my eyes
Continue to cry
In my cuccoon
I hide from you
My protective shell
Inside I melt
Tears fall
Screams fly out
Pain-filled cries
No one helps
The pain's too much
Digging in
Feel Death's touch
Upon my skin
The place I go
Is no longer safe
Death now shows
In my great place
I count to ten
Nails dig in
I close my eyes
Continue to cry
The place I go
Is quite shameful
When it's all too much
I feel Death's touch
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