Death By Papercut
I've been beaten, broken, mangled, and torn
But I survived it all
She stole my life, my hope, my family, and my will to live
But I survived it all
And now each memory becomes a tiny cut
Draining the life from my heart
And In my pain
I'm bleeding to death from a million tiny paper cuts
The pain is unbearable
And I know
If anyone saw me right now
In their minds, I would forever be changed
Because after all I've been through
All the scars I've been given
All the walls I've built up
My mind became the flaw
My kingdom destroyed by an insider
Bringing the monsters to me again
Cutting down the happy golden exterior
And exposing the raw, bleeding truth
I am broken, and I am bleeding
I will not get better
I never wanted them to see me weep,
or watch me break, or hear me fall,
But It's over now
The death of me
I was killed on the inside
And death seeped out
Through a million tiny papercuts
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