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I lie in the park, at the old, breaking bench,
my eyes are burning as my teeth slowly clench.
The grass has lost it's color, it's faded to gray,
the flowers have all withered, can't stand another day.
The trees are dead too, their leaves no longer stain,
and the broken glass on the ground reflects my tearful pain.
I whisper your name, there is no reply,
everything is gone, it's left to die.
A butterfly flies toward me, as it falls dead on the ground,
my wrists start crying crimson tears without one single sound.
A drop of blood hits the water, in which I see my reflection,
I see a lost, little girl, with too much lack of affection.
I see a heart carved into a tree, I draw a line right through it,
nothing beautiful is left in my life, pain is all that's to it.
A frozen shadow surrounds me, in the cold autumn dark,
it blows away the sleeves from my arms, to reveal every tiny mark.
It reveals my darkest secrets of my everlasting shame,
I try to stand up on my feet, toward the tree I aim.
I'm being pushed so hard right down, faced to my biggest sorrow,
the marks are there to remind me that there might not be a tomorrow.
I don't know what's happening, it must be the cruelty's kiss,
and I just hate you for hurting me, for hurting me like this.
But still I love you more each day, it's all I ever do,
but one day I will meet you just to whisper 'I hate you'
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