Cuts, Tears and Heartbreaks

I cut my skin, and shead the tears and my heart keeps getting broken. That's my life in a nutshell.


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Tears never seem to cease, and I don't think they ever will. This is my whole world. Made of something that is a mixture of depression, self pity and self hate. How can I learn any different? I don't seem to know what is around me, only what is happening somewhere else. Somewhere were it doesn't concern me, it's none of my business, yet I still interrupt. Maybe that's why I feel this way. A road I have been given. I haven't chosen it, I was planned to go down it. But was it from birth? Or maybe it sprung on me when I lost my innocence. And I cannot have it back, it has been taken for life. But not stolen, I gave it away. Whether or not at the right time, I don't know. But I do know for certain:

That tears are salty and so is the sea.
And maybe that is my destiny.
To lose myself amongst it all,
And from my life I will lose and fall.
On the sand I will lay,
But not in the brightness of the day.
But when the Sun is finally gone,
I just listen to the Sea's song.
I'll fade away from this life,
But not by means of a knife.
Mother Nature take me now,
It is only to you that I will give my last bow.


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