Finding peace in coffins,
Where the empty ness isn't inside,
Where the hurt and pain often,
Find a place to hide.
Where I can start the healing,
Cry in my mind aloud
Cuz I'm to number to feel it,
Or even make a sound.
I still cry for help
But no one can see me now,
The pain with which I've dealt
Has drowned me in somehow
And when I'm done trying
And I'm.no longer bitter sore
At last I'll hear them crying
Cuz I'm not here anymore.
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