It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Everything hurts.
My body, my mind, my heart,
All in tatters, all in pain.
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Those judging eyes and laughter behind my back.
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The mother that now says nothing but 'do whatever you want'.
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The wound (s?) that keeps on swelling and doesn't seems to want to heal.
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The guilt of what I did, regret of what I had become.
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Where did I go wrong? What should I have done ?
It matters not now, for I am simply tired.
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And so, as here I am dangling,
The last thing I saw, is my mother standing,,, simply staring.