Love is Lonely


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To be happy means taking away my pain,
from the day I saw you…you’ve caused my tears to rain.
You started some shit of an emotional hell,
sometimes I know I will never be well.
You scream and you yell and I cry and I feel torn,
sometimes I wish you would have never been born.
Sometimes I think that Im finally well,
but then again…there’s the emotional hell.
There’s a tear, there’s a twist,
I have cuts on my wrist.
My mind goes wild as I just want to cry,
I have tried to die.
I guess two attempts weren’t enough,
Maybe a third will get my life out of the rough.
The pain I go through…the blood I cry,
You’ll see it all…the day I die…