Etched in blood on this whitewashed wall
The pain I have suffered
Not suffered, endured
Escaped this hell
Only to return all too willingly
Do I like this pain?
Emotional, Physical
May as well be the same,
The hurt is the same
The story of my life is written in blood
My own blood
Washed off this wall by my own tear
Painted this story
For my own fears
Of being unnoticed in this world
And now I clear it away
Why did I choose to stay
Here?
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