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Author: Lord Jareth
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 6 - Published: 09-30-02 - Updated: 09-30-02 - id:992968
There's a choking feeling in my throat right now
Like tears I've tried to swallow
It happens automatically
I can never cry, I have no tears
But there's something trapped inside me
Something I can't let out
Something that's in so much pain, like another soul
Inside me.
There's another face
Inside my head
Another voice to torment me.
I wake up, trying to forget
What I've become
But it's too late
Trying to wash out the
Bitter taste of Desyrel in my mouth
I hate myself for it
Little pills
It's not enough
It's never enough
Nothing can keep me sane
Nothing I can do
Smile, make them think you're happy.
Well, you know, I can't.
There's so little I can do
And so much that must be done
There are things I see
When I close my eyes
And I can't run
No matter how I try.


© Copyright 2002 Lord Jareth (FictionPress ID:79188).


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