Torn

August 17, 2009
By Clayton SILVER, Round Rock, Texas
Clayton SILVER, Round Rock, Texas
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They scream and beg for me to choose
The decision is lost in me and I am torn between them
I choose both, yet neither.
And they pick and scrape at my bones,
Chewing on my emotions as I try to withhold them.

Unable to see or think clearly
I have no other choice but to run.
And I run my very soul into the ground
And my comprehension fades into it.
My blood is meshed with the pavement
As I still keep running…
Until my mind fades with it as well and I
Forget the horrible things that I will forever regret.


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