Torn

The pain inside

Does not fade

Late nights I cried

The hate you made

 

Built up within

Visible in your eyes

Tingles my skin

And darkens my skies

 

The war begun

And will never cease

Willingness to run

But my feet will not release

 

Scarring memories

Will never go away

Shaken diaries

Of what you both say

 

Stuck in the middle

While you guys take your stand

It is me you belittle

And me who needs your hand

 

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