Struggles are seen as I turn to face you
My body animated yet,
Dead are my eyes.
My arms do not work,
To weak to withdrawal.
I wish I could sleep, and get rid of it all.
I feel just plain empty,
Like an abandoned shell
Of what I could have been
If only it didn't happen.
I try and I try,
To push it all back
Yet every time I fail, My soul just turns black
But I keep this from you..
Hell I keep this from all.
The last thing that is needed
Is a pity party call.
Somehow I notice
That my eyes turned to gray.
My skin is so pale,
That I blend in with the snow.
Which is why I wear color.
So I appear; so I'm seen.
But I know deep down I'm not normal..
...
I hope you know what I mean.
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..hn.
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