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The darkness consumes my scream
Why did I scream? Why do I cry?
It is a despair that drives one to be alone
What brought me to this despair?
What makes me cry and pull my hair?
My life in not what it used to be.
Strife runs rife in my so called family.
Try to be the peace maker?
Only enemies will that make.
Why do they fight? Why did I flee?
I have not the power of light,
But is there really such darkness in me?
Sibling versus parent, and parent versus child
I was once in the middle until like a kettle
I vented my pain out loud.
Enough it too much
No more can I take.
Slings and arrows form all sides
Even the strongest fort will break.
I tired to help them all
I tired to make it right
I gave it all I had .
And still they wish to fight.
I heart is only so strong
There are limits to it’s might
I found that I can’t go on
So like a wounded beast
I lick my wounds and weep in the night
Perhaps I will heal with the morning sun
Perhaps time with make things right
I will find the strength to carry on
There is always on more fight
One more thing that seems to go wrong
But like is not always easy.
Even the strong will crash and burn.
And though I weaken and ran
I will return and stand.
If I did less then I could not
Even alone in the dark
Call myself a man.

Description
The darkness consumes my scream
Why did I scream? Why do I cry?
It is a despair that drives one to be alone
What brought me to this despair?
What makes me cry and pull my hair?
My life in not what it used to be.
Strife runs rife in my so called family.
Try to be the peace maker?
Only enemies will that make.
Why do they fight? Why did I flee?
I have not the power of light,
But is there really such darkness in me?
Sibling versus parent, and parent versus child
I was once in the middle until like a kettle
I vented my pain out loud.
Enough it too much
No more can I take.
Slings and arrows form all sides
Even the strongest fort will break.
I tired to help them all
I tired to make it right
I gave it all I had .
And still they wish to fight.
I heart is only so strong
There are limits to it’s might
I found that I can’t go on
So like a wounded beast
I lick my wounds and weep in the night
Perhaps I will heal with the morning sun
Perhaps time with make things right
I will find the strength to carry on
There is always on more fight
One more thing that seems to go wrong
But like is not always easy.
Even the strong will crash and burn.
And though I weaken and ran
I will return and stand.
If I did less then I could not
Even alone in the dark
Call myself a man.