Heart full of pain,
Soul full of hate,
Nowhere left to go,
Nowhere left to hide.
Nobody left to help me,
Nobody left to care.
Love is an illusion,
Joy is an empty promise.
Tears are a badge of shame,
Grown Men don't cry.
Scars are a badge of honour,
Grown Men take the pain.
If you can't cry tears,
All that's left is blood.
If you can't show love,
All that's left is hate.
We all worship death,
But too afraid of our own.
You walk the crimson line,
Or you do a Johnny Cash.
It's about equalising pressure,
It's about maintaining the balance.
Hurt so much inside to think,
You need to feel pain on the outside.
Yin and yang gone mad,
All confusion laid to rest.
You need to spite fate,
Wear a razorblade smile.
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razorblade smile
awesome way to end a poem... haunting and disturbing and awesome! very creative! i like your words, thanks for enterinG!
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