"These damn meds aint workin, I'm just too damn sick"
Lost and alone,
walking over broken bone,
they take and the steal,
making your pain,
seem all to real.
Watching the demons claw you apart,
as they tear you inside out,
you tear from outside in,
giving them a leg up, letting them win.
If you stare long enough,
fall through the cracks,
and fail to get back up,
avoiding at all cost,
taking what was once lost.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can't write. I can't rant.
I can't seem to do anything right.
unrealistic and dead inside.
I wish I could just die.
dive into denial and swim through all the blood and tears I've lost for you, float to the top, and watch as you drown in the river I cried you. Bask in the glow of the fire that used to reside in my heart, the hole where my heart used to be, infested with lies.
You asked me to sell my soul, I told you over my dead body. Well, there's my body, here's my soul.
I guess you won, cause now you have my heart and soul, and the fire that fueled me.
I give up.
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