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No more speakingOpen my mouth my eyes see you run,
Do you laugh is this for you fun?
For me it is nothing but pain,
On my body you cause such a stain.
I trusted you with myself,
And so naturally you now ignore me.
So the wheel spins slowly,
Maybe for you I am just to lowly.
Maybe it is time to go back into hiding,
Because the truth I am forever finding.
No one wants to listen to me,
If I speak my mind I will always be alone.
Maybe that is what I need though,
Maybe it is time for me to go.
I bring people down with my presence.
Perhaps time to put the mask on and hide again,
Leave others to their lives so I do not annoy anymore.
Foggy MemoryWith nights black as ink,
Days hazy with fog,
Eyes forever watching never blink,
Somewhere my mind's shoved into smog.
Dirty poison destroying my mind,
Seeping in my blood bubbling from my heart,
Need to bleed so away with the poison I can find,
I am slowly being taken apart.
Can't think clear what do I do where do I go,
I thought I had a stable system stay above water,
Waiting for you to strike the next blow,
Watching helping me falter.
Sweep the rug from under me,
Disgust spit at the cuts on my arm,
Now I must pay what you made me pay the fee,
No don't pretend to look with alarm.
You don't care about my welfare,
Your eyes clouded with an indifferent mist,
Just go ahead and stare,
Or more then likely just forget I exist.
SuicideThe peace death brings,
It tempts me greatly.
I say I will never end it,
But when you feel like living death,
What is the point?
When life brings you so much pain,
And death promises peace,
Why fight it?
I already feel like I am slowly dying,
Why not speed up the process and put my suffering to an end?
Cave InThis pain is a cave in,
You try to run,
Escape before it catches up to you.
You dodge the falling stone,
The insults and blows,
But sooner or later,
You can not dodge them all.
It suffocates you,
Turns you numb.
You stop running,
You stop caring that you're no longer running,
No longer fighting to survive.
You are helpless to stop the debris from landing on you,
Wounding and scarring you.
You think to yourself,
What is the point of running,
Only to be hit by something else when you think you've escaped.
To run into another corner,
Another mirage smiling as an exit.
So you lay there,
The pain tears you apart,
And you think to yourself,
When you're running dead.
If you have enough strength,
You will scream for help and hope people hear,
But you do not expect them to come and pull you out.
Even if that's all you want, all you need,
Is for someone to pull you out of the cave and heal your wounds,
You do not expect them to help.
You are waiting to be found,
But you are living dead.
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