Who truly means me no harm?

Cold gazes none too familiar
Hovering over this life of mine, no warm places left
Too scary, am bleeding out of my own pain i made
Love yourself a little that's what you say, but just wait till i paint your own pain
I guess in your little world you feel life is good
Your seeds do flourish, your ecstasy as well
Dont you think,,,,,? Who means no harm?

Standing on a different spot
Looking from a new view, now i see no one at all
Its dawned on me, am truly alone
What has really been happening in this life of mine? 
Illusions? Was that my painting
Time has stopped,now i see

only I mean no harm...

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