Traumatized,
by the horrors of life,
wake up and see the light my dear,
wake up and see the light.
Malice is cold,
and life gets old,
you are still crying out,
for someone to hold.
Lonely in your rare world,
insecurities of woven bone,
I am here and I will never,
I will never leave you alone.
Darkness behind a closed and locked door,
you are afraid this world will not understand,
understand the feelings you burden to hold,
all you know is that I understand.
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