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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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