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voices
my life is held
 in the hands of hate
 my body feels
 like a piece of shark bait.
 completely alive,
 but yet torn to shreds.
 i don't want to
 put this bottle down,
 let it drown in me.
 I'm not going to waste my time
 and believe the lie
 i call my life.
 i have no reason to feel this way,
 but quit frankly,today,
 i don't give a shit.
 I'm done with the pain
 i deal with everyday.
 locked in my room,
 i cry myself to sleep.
 don't wake me,
 for i cant bear to see the light,
 it screams life.
 and life right now,
 seems like a game,
 a game only to be won by the ones who cheat.
 and I'm not a cheater.
 i don't deserve this,
 i don't want to be depressed.
 but it seems like there is no choice for me,
 no better way for me to go through the day,
 but to cry.
 some days i wanna die,
 but that seems too irrational
 because one day my life might be worth living.
 except today,
 i feel like a failure.
 don't wake me,
 for i am dead.
 don't wake me,
 the light i dread.
 I'm not alive
 but I'm not dead.
 the pain i feel is
 just in my head.
 no one has painfully caused me harm,
 but the voices tell me other wise.
 i hear them in my sleep,
 telling me to not wake up,
 because if i do
 they will kill me.
 don't wake me,
 i don't wanna die.
 for the hate i feel,
 is my own hands.
 and they are controlled by the voices in my head.
 they are the things i dread.
 so really.
 wake me,
 wake me now!
 i don't wanna drown in the world of hatred,
 going on in my brain.
 save me
 from my own skin.
 i don't wanna give in.

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