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Thrown out of my own home

Out into the cold

So young, yet so old

 

Wisdom doesn’t make you stronger

Holding back tears doesn’t make things better

All I wanted is to live peacefully together

 

When you hit me I didn’t fight back

When you threw me I felt like a rag

Then you cursed me and the life that I have

 

I fought death more than one time

I screamed and cried more than I’d like

You made me hate myself for being alive

 

Now I’m broken, shattered and torn

My emotions keep surging more and more

If I take this pain any longer my body itself will be sore

 

To block the pain of broken love 

I must block all emotion

All at once

 

Now I’m numb to what you say

Now I can’t feel my fathers hate

Now I can finally get away

 

When I think of my sister I will no longer cry

When I think of it all I will no longer want to die

When I look up I will now only see the sky

 

Wait, now I can’t feel the door

I can’t feel the wind on my pores

I can’t feel anything anymore

 

I watch life go by like a movie screen

I touch and touch and I feel nothing

Now I don’t even know reality

 

Now I’m numb...

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Jan Wienen
<p>Thank you ... praying&nbsp;</p>

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