Something grips me tightly,
Not loosening it's grip,
Something that is not noticeable on the outside,
But from within,
Something that grasps my heart,
Squeezing it tightly,
Trying desperately to crush it.
My heart wil not shatter that easily,
My will is too strong,
I have the power to break free of its clutches,
And destroy it once and for all.
Fear caresses it's clawed hands,
Digging into the soft flesh,
Slightly piercing it,
Making it bleed,
Sending waves of pain throughout it,
Losing a beat,
Still it pumps on.
My love for others,
Is what heals these cuts and bruises,
Removing the scarred tissue,
That covers most of it,
Without my love,
My heart would wither away,
And the boy I once was,
Would cease to exist nevermore.
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