June 14, 2010
By Anonymous

caught up in my own world
so hard to pull away
i try to bring myself back to life
but, it's hard when i'm afraid

I'm trying to see things
but thoughts cloud my eyes
everything's a blurry mess
true life hard to realize

i don't exactly black out
I'm just barely there
a wisp of visibility
surreal as a strand of hair

i try to keep myself from drowning
in the hole of regret to no remise
but, the quicksand absorbs me
before I can let out a cry

my soul has evaporated
been taken over by my muddled mind
i stand before you in all emptiness
dragging the dead weight of my soul behind.

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