Glass
Rip me apart, tear away my soul
'til there isn't anything left to it
pieces, shards, what does it matter
darkness welcomes me
i embrace it
hiding, hidden
why did you do it?
what did i do to you?
was the pleasure of my pain that great?
Ashamed does not describe the feeling
of sitting in the dark
wishing to disappear into its cold warmth
wanting nothing more than to dissolve
and never reach out again
but i won't let you win
i won't give in to the pain you enforced
i'll fight another breath
i'll struggle a little more
'til you feel the pain i felt
'til my soul is nothing
but a few pieces of glass on the floor
Know that when you pick them up
you'll see yourself in my eyes
you'll feel the burst of anger and hate
feel the sorrow and rage
eat at you
you'll feel the fear and disgust
and more importantly
you'll feel my revenge
because i'll go on living
with only these few pieces
and you'll die
with none.
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