I live in an existence inside my head, walking under a cloud of gray pouring rain.
I wish that some day’s I were dead, walking around in a blur of constant pain.
I’m lost in these bad memories, every single day is becoming harder and harder.
I’m lost in my empty possibilities, my cries for help become louder and louder.
I tear my miserable and blinded eyes open, finding that I’m losing my integrity.
I’m lost within a world torn and broken, finding that I’ve defiled my personality.
I’ve tried to recover what I was; leaving me sprawled across the floor.
I’m grounded without remedy for my flaws, unable to fight myself off anymore.
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Relatable
This is sad, yet brilliant. I again am in love with the imagery. I completely relate to this piece. I love the last line--the idea of fighting off one's self. I think it's so true that the old cliche saying of "I'm my own worst enemy" works on so many levels. I think lots of us fall into a slum and eventually we can't figure out a way to climb out of it--and eventually we end up giving in and ruining ourselves in the process to the point that being the same really is never the same and not a possibility even. Really great piece of relatable writing. I think anyone who reads this will/should relate and feel something in themselves that says "yeah, i've been there" or "i am there."
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