Pain swelling in the pit of my stomach, claws puncturing my lungs and tearing me apart
Clenched fists connect with vulnerable walls, and my voice becomes hoarse with rage
I feel my heart as I am cut up with razors so sharp they could slice through an angel's skin
My angel's skin. The very image tightens my muscles, makes the screams start to build
Bones are shattering, screams hammering the eardrums
I can't forgive myself for not trying harder, for not seeing the pain that made her snap
My clenched fists connects with my broken heart
And drives me mad
The strange things guilt make you do.
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