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Behind Compare

My soul is broken behind compare, this is true.

Its cracked and scared with the pain and suffering I have went though in my life. It is twisted and bent out of shape, looking like a 2 tons was throw on glass then forgotten about; left to slowly fade from everyone mind. 

My scars leak hope as I lay there, blank face like a bare wall in a abandon house.

I've tried to fix myself and stop my soul from breaking but the pain is too much. You say I'm stronger then this but what if I'm not? What if I'm meant to always be broken, to always hide away in the dark with my demons?

I might have once been strong enough to bare all of the wight that you and the rest throw at me because you were not strong enough. I've held that wight too long, I can't go on forever. 

However, I know you won't take that as a answer because I'm just a shoulder for you to cry on when you need it but what about me! When do I get to show my cracks and bends? 

Exactly, I don't get too so stop telling me how strong I am!

When will you see, I'm not her anymore?
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