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Its dark
And its cold
Not a light
No one to hold

No cleansing
No happiness
No love in sight
Not any forgiveness

Wrists open
Opened to all memories
The memories of before
Holding on to them through centuries

Forgeting all
Focus on this
No more stress
And dont cut the wrist

Its so dark in here
As if there was a wall
A wall of brick
One to tall

This wall so high
Its to tall and to wide
No rose at all
For my rose has now died

No light for it to live
No water to eat
Because there is no care
It welts in defeat

All I have is my tree
But my tree is dieing too
And after my tree dies
Hatred strips me true

So Ill focus on the memories
Though no one cares
Ill stay to it
Til Im out of tears

This wall so tall
It hides me away
It kills my hope
And its here to stay