I'm hurt,
Pain searing inside.

Nothing left to do,
Nothing left to hide.

Blood as cold as ice,
Now pumps through these vains.

There is nothing left,
But the dark flames of pain.

I'm lost, broken down and beaten,
Trying to cry.

Only wishing to have seen,
What had caused me to die.

Hurt by love,
And mended by hate.

Nver to know,
Let alone to appericate.

The love I felt,
Once was for him.

Now that love,
Grows dark and dim.

I know not that it wasn't love,
It was really lust.

I know he knew,
He had all of my trust.

He has but one secret,
Something to hide.

The hidden truth,
About how I died.

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Wow!