I stay
alone -
all by
myself -
inside
only the demons
in my
head,
and the
ice
in my
heart…
I
thought that I need
something
to cure me,
something
to help me,
something
to hold on to…
Every
help I have poisoned,
every
hand I have cut,
every
friends I have pushed away,
every
love – turned to stone…
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