I'm drenched not in the rain that falls from the skies, but its the regret that pours from my eyes. My broken body begs for death. Yet, no relief comes. The ears of gods can't hear me. To the clouds I scream. Holding on was harder than letting go. Self-inflicted torment that I'll never show. The love I've had, the love I've lost, left me all alone. When you think you've touched the bottom, you haven't even scratched the surface. My shoulders used to hold the world, now they can't hold me. These bleeding eyes haven't seen the sun in an eternity. I'm buried deep, deep within, noone can reach me. When you think you've touched the bottom, you haven't even scratched the surface. To the darkest abyss, I sink.
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