
Too much compensation for emotional weaknesses can lead to new ones, as shown by this piece.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Spiritual - Words: 330 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-13-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2462234
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One More Dead
Killed one more
today
It tastes like the tremors I remember
Backslid a bit
today
And I know I'm not the only member
Of the twice shy
club
But I know we stick apart
Tripped up to backslide in
rewind
Decided not to decide whether I should be fine
I just
can't get back up to get back up to get back up to get back gone
I
just killed one today
Tomorrow might be two
but with them so
few
maybe I should just get out of everyone else's way
Just
watch the children play
And there's nothing wrong with me
I
may act out of whack when the chips seem stacked
but I know it
doesn't mean I'll lose everything
And there's nothing wrong
with me
I may have lost all track of what it means to be back
and
slowly losing grip on what some might call reality
but there's
nothing wrong with me
I'm only dead on the inside
I killed
one more today
It's all that's left inside of me
backslid a bit
today
And the fact that I'm afraid is what makes me afraid
I
haven't felt like this
I haven't felt like this
I haven't felt
like this
I haven't felt like this
Since I was someone I barely
remember
I still don't want to remember
identities that were
weaker than me
And here's where philosophy comes in to
play
Without them this whole thing just seems like a waste
So
cold that the burn might be worth the disgrace
I'm so protected
that I'm locked out of my own face
And yet I still killed one
more today
I can see the subtle freedoms in a lack of a sense of
shame
But I still backslid today
I don't want to make a habit
of living this way
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