You don't know,
Don't know how much,
I hated what's inside.
Inside of me that made me do,
Do all those things,
That hurt you.
Pain reflected in my palms,
Palms so powerless,
In their uselessness.
My mind spoke,
Spoke oh, so loudly,
Screamed and cursed the tears away.
Day after day,
Days turned to weeks turned to months,
And the resounding sting remains.
A scar on who I have become.
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