Bombarded by dilemmas,
To hard to comprehend,
I try to hold onto my body,
But I just die within.
Dead on the inside,
Barely alive on the out,
I can’t think of anything,
That wouldn’t cause doubt.
My mind flashes,
And I’m stuck in a memory,
I try to snap out of it,
But you are all I see.
You, who have left,
Feelings dead and gone,
I try to stay alive,
But I’m not strong enough to go on,
Memories are all I have of you,
You,
Took my naivety,
You
Took my soul,
Ever since you left,
I know I’m not completely whole.
Then came the next,
Taking more then the first,
Like some ravenous dog,
With an insatiable thirst.
I try to be strong,
With so little left,
But every second I’m dying,
With each passing breath.
So give me a knife to make it better,
10 minutes with a knife to make these stains wetter.
Let me do the one thing that helps me feel alive,
Let these crimson rivers mourn the fact that I died.
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