Tainted Pain

If the hurt runs so deep
That you can’t speak
Forgiveness becomes impossible
The pain remains
Like a seed of thorns
Outliving the cause
To become something worse

Everyone you meet
Becomes part of the pain
Everyone you touch
Contains evil, unforgivable
The mirror shows... who?
Him, or you?

What is the cure
When every cry
Dies before
The silent door?

Whose fault is it?

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