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What Do I Live For?

No one can touch me,

but still I'm hurting inside.

You can not see the real me,

in the shadows I hide.

I hurt and cry,

just like everyone else.

But my pain is much different,

and inflicted by myself.

I want to be free,

and just let go of all my hurt.

There's no shoulder for me to lean on,

so I get kicked in the dirt.

You can't save me from myself.

No matter how hard you try.

I sit in your arms

just waiting to die.