Emotional Death
Each time they hurt me
I feel something deep inside harden
And it takes that much more to hurt me
But each new tear makes it turn solid
When I found out what it was
I knew it was too late
For all that was left was a rock
A note attached said this
Beaten and abused
Torn and burnt
I bleed and none care
Tis such a tragedy
That all of you are
So vile in your ways.
Each time they hurt me
I feel something deep inside harden
And it takes that much more to hurt me
But each new tear makes it turn solid
When I found out what it was
I knew it was too late
For all that was left was a rock
A note attached said this
Beaten and abused
Torn and burnt
I bleed and none care
Tis such a tragedy
That all of you are
So vile in your ways.
