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...or so I thought.

A year after I wrote that piece, I found the scripts

And I can't say my heart was to pieces ripped

I had seen it happen in the happen in the halls

Heard it and felt it through distant calls

It happened everyday in my old school

Boys and girls using each other as tools

Though it did not break my heavy heart

It set me down a path twisted and dark

I let in a foul and sinister demon, and was slickly warped

Wrapped around his finger, playing his black harp

He fed me false love, and drowned me with "compassion"

All the while stealing my soul away with a fiery passion

I became his favorite instrument, his dark creation.

I even tried to hide and flee, find a new salvation

He caught me, pulled me back, hurt me again

But I wouldn't go quietly, I tried to fight the pain

And it killed me, every last part of me shriveled dry

So barren of emotion that I was unable to cry

All that flowed was salt, instead of cleansing saline

I became a hard and ruthless void, cruel and mean

Now my loved ones would notice the truth so obscene.

I was a monster twisted by pain and solitude

Too far past the point I could control my attitude

My friends tried to help? No! I had none!

With this wretched world I was surely done

All thanks to the demon I let into my head

I thought I would have peace only when dead

So I tried one last time to walk down my old schools hall

That monster's name is Michael, and he was my downfall.

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...or so I thought.

A year after I wrote that piece, I found the scripts

And I can't say my heart was to pieces ripped

I had seen it happen in the happen in the halls

Heard it and felt it through distant calls

It happened everyday in my old school

Boys and girls using each other as tools

Though it did not break my heavy heart

It set me down a path twisted and dark

I let in a foul and sinister demon, and was slickly warped

Wrapped around his finger, playing his black harp

He fed me false love, and drowned me with "compassion"

All the while stealing my soul away with a fiery passion

I became his favorite instrument, his dark creation.

I even tried to hide and flee, find a new salvation

He caught me, pulled me back, hurt me again

But I wouldn't go quietly, I tried to fight the pain

And it killed me, every last part of me shriveled dry

So barren of emotion that I was unable to cry

All that flowed was salt, instead of cleansing saline

I became a hard and ruthless void, cruel and mean

Now my loved ones would notice the truth so obscene.

I was a monster twisted by pain and solitude

Too far past the point I could control my attitude

My friends tried to help? No! I had none!

With this wretched world I was surely done

All thanks to the demon I let into my head

I thought I would have peace only when dead

So I tried one last time to walk down my old schools hall

That monster's name is Michael, and he was my downfall.