
My life is not a bed of roses
Without you by my side
Every second I sleep on knives
Piercing my skin deep inside
My pain is never shared
Yet I want to be with you
You say your pain is not the same
But it cannot be worse than I go through
Please try to see my feelings
The effort I always beg you
They may not mean anything
But they mean a lot to me too
Why do all memories blur as I bear?
Why does my heart shrink each day?
Should I lick the ground you walk?
Should I serve a toy for you to play?
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