
Of living this lie Of cutting to feel alive and dying on the inside. Everyday my personal hell grows.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 126 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2875232
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Tired
Exhaustion takes over my body
My headaches from little sleep
I push my body knowing with closed eyes
You draw closer
I watched the shadows dance
In the day
I let them creep closer in the night
Holding me close
Holding me tight
My sanity is slipping from me
My voice of reason is crying
My body moves to slow
I can't eat
It hurts my body
Can't read
It hurts my mind
I can't leave
I can't live
Slowly losing all concussion thoughts
I slip away from this world
I'm tired of living this life
Of living this lie
Of cutting to feel alive
And dying on the inside
Everyday
My personal hell grows
But this is your paradise
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