I've got bite marks on my tongue from the things I never said
I've got scars on my arms and legs from the feelings I never shared
I've got tear tracks on my face from the times I cried myself to sleep
I've got black marks on my body from the abuse I was given
I've got a full bottle of pills in my hand from the hate I was showed
I've got a empty bottle of pills in my hand from the pain I lived through
I've got darkness taking over from the escape I took
I've got my life ending from the things life handed me.
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...