My Secret


We fought I left you didn't run after me.

I ran to fast, finding a path for me.

I threw the bottle and watched it shater.

I saw that one piece that shined and went after.

They don't know how I stay sane.

The marks underneath my arm, I'm hiding my pain.

I sometimes wonder how it would be like if you were here.

If only that cancer didn't take you my dear.


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