Let Me Hide


I feel pain, but not the kind that you go to a doctor for.

This pain is like a living hell, fire twisting and turning inside.

Burning tears fall down my face,

They're out of place.

I almost never cry, in sight.

My heart aches, IM DYING INSIDE.

This is it, the end of my life.

Let me be, let me hide

The End

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