I stop and look around
I see much commotion, but hear no sound
The furry I see
Reminds me of me
The hurt and suffering on the outside
Reminds me of my darkness inside
Nothing wishes to stay still, to be thought through
It’s the same thing in my mind about everything, and you
I try to get a grip and clam everything down
Something new and horrific comes to strike the struggling peace down
It comes in a ghastly matter
Making everything fall and shatter
Trying to close my eyes to the outside
Just makes it worst on the inside
So, I make do with the out, just to get away from the in
Funny, how one uses others pain, because they cannot take their own
But, after awhile, the pain drives people further away, so soon I’ll be alone
Then after that happens, people like me can go home
Author notes
You take this you die, it's named 94. b/c it's my 94th poem I've written
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