Bare back and bone,
Prone to get hit with dark stones.
Dark words, that carry surges of energy,
Words so deep, they hit the pit of your stomach effortlessly.
You sink beneath the swell,
You take it all in saying, only time will tell.
Time will only fade the scar.
Time will only hide the bruise.
Time doesn't heal the broken heart.
And can't replace the mark that was made on you.
You're better off dead,
Because it hurts to think inside your head.
Try to conceal it all.
Try not to reveal your fall.
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