You are the poison that runs throw my vines
Strait to the heart you go, Poison my soul with
thoughts that i am not going to make it.
I always say i'll be okay i'll live.
Sometimes I am not so sure myself.
Why did i have to be one of the survivors?
Now you tell me that its back, how am I to deal
with that? I Cry to myself never letting people
see i am weak,
I am in so much pain but it wont
just let me go.
It's holding on till my last breath.
My Every Breath is Weaker then The Last.
Sometimes I Wish the World Knew the past has come back.
I Am Scared and I Feel So alone.
I Brake Down and Cry But Shhh No one Must Know.
They will Only Know when it is far to late.
To say or do anything.
Eather way No one can Save me
Lets hope my body is Up for the fight.
It's a Fight that will Last Way Longer then Tonight.
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