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This is Why

 

This is why I prefer silence

Over the warmth of company.

I always get burned in the end,

The pain is crippling.

 

This is why I push them back

Instead of opening the door.

I believe their smiles, yet never fails

I always wish to feel no more.

 

This is why I cry at night

But you’re too asleep to hear

The anguish the pours out,

I am consumed by fear.

 

This is why I don’t fit in

I’m afraid of being hurt

In far too deep to escape now

In your companionship, I learned.

 

This is why you left me,

I was not enough to keep.

And now I’m lost, no return

The only way out is sleep.

 

This is why I want to die –

They remind me why I can’t live.

It’s simple when they take so much,

And I always too willing to give.

 

This is why I’m stained red,

The knife was sharp and smooth.

I could find no reason to stay,

But a hundred of how I lose.

 

And this is why I did it,

Why I ended the pain of mine.

I grew tired of losing it all,

The girl who’s always left behind.

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