Life less abusive

 I shall not return from my hell
Covered in blood and mud
Once more, I’ve crossed the beginning
Again, I’ve just come to this end
Bruises and scars, all around me
Marking another, self-abusive regime
It’s my soul that I have broken
Words of regret are never spoken
Lessons to learn, don’t abuse me
Have you gotten inside my heart
Could you feel this pain I carry inside?
Understanding how it feels, to have died
I’m trying to survive, in a world so dark
Make it through, not consumed by anger
There is nothing here, for me to smile
Going remain quiet for a while

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