I sit in a cold room
looking for refuge
a warm place of peace
none can be found
so amny times i have tryed
to find a place to let go
and just cry
every time I am not alone
and to cry in front of anyone
would be weakness
something I cannot show
soon i will die
but will show no pain
a thin shell shuts my emotions away
I am dieing
as i finally dry
Iput a dagger though my heart
holding my last breath deep in my lungs
I feel my warm blood flood over my body
the warmth I have been longing for
and as my last breath leaves my body
I slip into an endless sleep.
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