Devil's Deal

a devils deal
a fight to feel
waiting for old wounds to heal
we're still here. but is this real.
the words i know you'll never say
its what makes me feel this way
whatever makes me stay
it keeps me one more day
its what you want. its what i need.
its why you've done this wicked deed
the doubts will sprout like wayword weeds
these trusting hands are left to bleed
you dont understand
you wont take these bloody hands
but you do what you can
and i can understand.
its a devils deal
to fight the feel

The End

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