School
My eternal pain haunts my sole
it fills me with dread
it shades the light of life and chills with in
It chokes the life out from me and leaves me scared
it makes life a lonely abyss
It cracks my lonely heart and fills it with bad
loss clouds my thoughts and storms my tormented mind
It makes wounds ache and marks my porcelain skin
it pierces joy and my heart it maims
I suffer through eternal pain
despair caresses my tear streaked face and chills my blood to ice
Long agenizing hours pass and leadens my sole
till I'm left with nothing a dark deep hole
It is called school
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