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A tortured soul am I..

Blood runs down my face..

As I wipe my eyes..

Tired of asking why's..

You need to tell me..

So I no longer hurt by myself..

With a pliable external..

I bleed not so internal..

This blood hiding..

The fact..

I hurt more..

on the inside..

Not So Internal We Bleed..

Away from my heart..

Away from harm..

Just a little bleeding..

A victim of one too many charms..

You cannot hide..

From yourself..

Decide or abide..

We all have to choose a side..

A tortured soul am I..

Blood runs down my face..

As I wipe my eyes..

Tired of asking why's..

Not So Internal I Bleed..

You know..

You initiated..

This road that we now walk upon..

I paved it as we talked on and on..

I know..

I initiated..

The way we ended..

Still not as I anticipated..

A tortured soul am I..

Blood runs down my face..

As I wipe my eyes..

Tired of asking why's

Not So Internal We Bleed..

Away from my heart ..

Away from harm..

Just a little bleeding..

A victim of one too many charms..

Why did I take this?

Not as complex as I made it..

Still hate the way you played me..

Can't even ask anyone else to save me..

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So I Bleed Not So Internal..

Problems never going to be solved..

Issues always go unresolved..

Others have no clue the pain involved..

Or how all of this has evolved..

I died long before..

I bled tears for you..

I thought that you knew ?

I never had a clue..

Then There Was You..

Not So Internal We Bleed..

Haunted by greed..

To fufill needs..

My sicknees still feeds..

Your such a disease..

Bleeding on the outside..

Hollow on the inside..

Hiding the fact..

I still cant define..

The Way I Made You Feel..

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So We Bleed..

For What Now Seems Like..

A Eternity..

Poetry By Cycle Of Scars

Artwork By Artist Unknown