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Let's Beat The Dead Horse
I am crippled by emotion.
My heart is on the verge of bursting,
ready to seep out of my ears, nose, and eyes.
I want to smash the mirror and rearrange
the pieces in attempt of seeing something
more appealing.
I remove the facade,
and another appears.
This is not how it should be.
I will hold back the tears,
there is no sense in causing a world flood.
I have the constant urge to rip out this beating organ,
so I can bleed out all of the feelings.
I'm so far gone,
and I haven't taken one step.
Get away from me with your perfected perfection.
My flaws are overwhelming and cannot take it.
But wait.
I must blend in,
so I'll smile and wave.
I won't actually feel like I'm on the right track,
but false confidence is temporarily comforting.
I've been shooting myself up with everyone's bull****,
that I don't even know what sobriety is.
No more I can say about that,
this addiction leaves me numb.
Mind's racing.
Time's ticking.
I'm just trying to keep up with the pace.
Fate is a thief,
it robs me of my existence.
I'm my own worst enemy.
The internal battle causes me to lose my balance and
fall over the edge.
I've managed to get a grip,
but it's slipping.
I'm clinging onto my sanity,
it's all I have left.
But fall further and deeper I do.
There's no hand to take.
There's no savior to call.
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