Vicky

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Copyright, Vicky

My mind has turned to shit and my reality is fucked up,
My heart has been hurt to many times by love that I now trust no-one.
I wish to be released from this reality but no-one will kill me,
So to kill myself is to release my soul and to be forever at peace.

When its all over…
Scars cover my skin…
Showing the pain…
Which I feel within.

When the bloods gone…
The scars are then there…
Did it really help…
The emotional pain is still to bear.

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