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my emotional state

you, stolen from me
yet, i can still here your voice in my head
your hand in mine
your lips on my cheek
your escance is plastered to my skin
your name tatood to my heart
i am crying
but it doesn't always show
it just builds up
until i snap!!
and then it all comes together once more
then i break, until i can't break anymore
so i sin
others see me as insane
if it was up to me they wouldn't see me at all
when will this torture end
you reply "once you are are dead"
so i end my life
to escape the truth to find only that
death was the torturer
he's has you trapped
so i finally stop praying
'cause my prayers have been answered
an eternity trapped with you 

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  • The ending is confusing. It was good, but truly dying doesn't give anyone an escape. Just a useless way out of life..and no one is worth doing that. Good peom...you have great potentional