My body has become numb to the obvious pain.
Am I living amongst the dead or am I dying in the face of the living,
It try so hard to put it forth but my efforts show there is nothing that I'm giving.
Each day I have to watch a grown man cry,
Many times I face myself through the reflection in my eye.
I wish I didn't love but I can never feel hate,
I loathe that I love but I cannot compensate.
Bleeding on the inside while destroying what is out,
Every time that it crosses my mind I want to scream and I want to shout.
Waiting on the day that I find my way through the strife,
I can only dream of the day you bring me to life.
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