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Author: Nymphean
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 5 - Published: 04-01-02 - Updated: 04-01-02 - id:695938

A/N: About feeling trapped, and about being a hypocrite.

Life Support

When does it get better?

When do I stop screaming?

When will I start smiling

And meaning it

For real?

When you leave?

When you’re happy?

When I lose?

Oh Gods,

Oh shit…

Listen to me…

I’m such a hypocrite

Do I disgust you?

I disgust me

Sometimes it’s too hard

To just

Be.

This life support

Is draining me

And I can’t breath

No!

Please,

No more…

I can’t be here for you

Like I was before

Your games hurt me

But I can’t tell you

‘Cause they keep me alive

But I can’t come out

And play today

I’m too busy

Getting away

Hurry,

Run!

I can’t stay with you

Because you are the one



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