It’s not the end It’s just a new beginning Dead but you’re still breathing Lose everything But you claim you’re still winning We’d ruin more than we would gain No humour No humanity No humility You’ve washed your hands so clean I’d sleep more but I see your face pristine Starve myself to a life lie Happiness visits Fleeting Sad But I’m only losing once All that has gone, still remains Sprirtualy I’m frozen Numb and cold to the bone Thinking things I shouldn’t Feeling things I shouldn’t I feel small I feel battered My skin crawls with the disease I am A hopeless victim Forever scarred Yes I’m the same Yes I’m a dream At night I cry, I scream Delicate, a flower, my life so brittle On the edge Precipice Drown this thirst ”Cut your hair in front of business men, kill yourself for a sense of health” Destroy the chain and ignore your youth You’ve got to grow up, no more pouting young pup Can’t sit here and do nothing at all! But I cannot move Death. Silence. Haemorrhaged A burden with a burden This is all too difficult Exile awaits No more fiction
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote it... I felt miserable and it's just me reflecting (briefly) on some things.
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