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Pain


I feel pain, There’s not a day I don’t, My life was turned upside down, And twisted like twizzles, It’s all tangled and I’m looking for a way out, So I look for scissors to cut some parts, Cutting parts cut my heart, But I want the pain to go away, I’m not my brothers or my sisters nor my parents, I’m just the result of my parents, And the monster to my brothers and sisters, I try to make myself acceptable, But that’s not enough, No one cares, Pain will go on like life, I don’t like life but if I end it I will cause pain to others, But I didn’t know anyone cared, So I’ll stay with pain as long as I last, So pain is what I feel, Pain is my friend, But I receive more problems everyday so pain grows like a tree, But I don’t have the strength to cut it down, So I put the scissors down and continued to live with pain till this day.
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