Clock strikes
Light flickers
Thunder rolls
Pain and tears
Wandering in darkness
Broken beyond repair
Thinking
Twisting
Turning
Mind all a mess
Longing to hold
Fearful to touch
Mixed emotions
Eons ago everything all became too much
Conflicted
For somehow
If I managed a smile
I might just miss all this twisted mess
Suicide thoughts
As common as breathing
The burning in my chest ironically carries me
Spurs me
Wills me
Keeps me going
Alive but dead
I hate what I have become
Mixed up
Wound up
Lost within
Almost happy
Then crashing again
I long to break from this shell
But don’t think I could handle less stress
So for safety’s sake
I will stay
Confused
Contradicted
Slightly angry
And mostly depressed…
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