The Hurting

Hurt, anguish invisible inner rage
No guage, unimagine shame and humiliation
The need to feed in the still of the morning
Mourning the loss engaged with no prior warning.
Urges uncontrolled untamed unheard the silent scream
Crash and burn yearning of the fiend.
Fear trembling uncomfortable familiar bliss
Awake and alive scared in existence no place to escape
Bring it home shake shiver worry some more
Flog your skin till blood masks the picture
Praying for death a new as yet unfelt sensation.
Alone for a single second the world turned inward
Behind is in front no way out, scream and scream
Yell shout make them hear, your anguish clear
Never shared noone cares not really why would they?
No remedy, no therapy no solution till when?
So hurt yourself no longer a man, a shadow of a child
That is where it began, here here in the dark
In the still of the morning  and here it will stay
I take no heed ignore all warning
I must bleed for my soul to feed
Greed greed agreed

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