I see myself inside, no one else can see
the darkest forrests where I´m hiding
my own reflections.
I burry them deep inside myself.
I´m a prisoner, I´m drifting further away from the
pain, from the wounds, from broken dreams
and unforgettable events.

I stitch my lips together, for the words are mine.
I feel the pain growing inside, day by day and
hurting the pride I fight
to build up inside.
I close my eyes and imagine, this is a dream and
no reality.
I slap my own face and
I gasp for air.
I pretend I´m deaf so I wont hear my own shriek of anguish
coming out of my mouth.

I fall down on my knees, I`m crawling in the dust and
I´m washing the floor with
my own lake of tears.
I rub away my dirty footprints with my knees
until they bleed.
I lick my bloody knees
until they are clean.
I can feel a slight taste of iron in my mouth and
I´m feeling sick!

I´m damaged, my pain washes away
the faith.
I need something to believe in, I need someone
who can repair my broken soul,
I need someone who can pick up the last
pieces of me .
I need someone who can teach me how to
not fall again.
I need someone who teaches me how to
love myself again.

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