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Once in life
I lived with rays of hope
It was all I had to cope
When I was stabbed repeatedly with knives

I struggle to believe now,every moment a little less
In my heart lies nothing but a bloodied mess
Made from constantly inflicted wounds
And feelings of gloom and doom

I am surrounded yet alone in my despair
I feel broken and difficult to repair
Daily it gets worse some more
With all the emotions hidden in my core

There are these thoughts I can't confess
But know none should have to possess
Still I carry on so well
Secretly battling in a living hell

I crave for something better
To erase this terror forever
Situations a little manageable
That will make living tolerable

I'm searching for that thrill
Like a child served its favourite meal
Wanting to find myself soon
Not feeling trapped like one in a cocoon

To find warmth to overcome this coldness
Before I'm turned into a living dead; soulless