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Suffocation

If I could collect my thoughts in words
Maybe wings would sprout so I'd be free like a bird
But my thoughts are caged inside of me
And my insanity is leaking through slowly

Each breath I try to breathe hurts
Each beat my heart makes is on alert
My conscience only knows how to bring me down
Sometimes I feel like I can only escape it if I leave this town

The people in my life are so predictable
Linking them with one another is the ability to crumble
Words of encouragement, support, and love isn't an ability
Or at least it isn't for someone with a personality like me

I drown myself into slumber dreams more than I used to
So then I don't have to face with the ugly truth
Somethings wrong with me, there has to be
Or why else did I lose everyone that was close to me?

Loneliness engulfs this living parasite
Something has to be done about this tonight
Death has so many opportunities for itself, it appears
Just wish I didn't notice them, wish I didn't have to shed these tears

Yet these people don't understand the pain I bear
Bragging about events and conversations I wasn't there to share
I'm not really apart of much, so why does it matter if I'm here?
I'm tired of similar things happening year after year

You say you're different, but you're always the same
You're eventually only going to bring is pain
I have nothing more to offer, you took away my reputation
Thanks to you I'm broken into millions

Are you proud of yourself now?
As you raise your curious brow
It's okay if you take all the credit
I see your eyes celebrate in silence

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I'm really sick of this.

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  • This Is My Story
    November 8
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    Aw I know how you feel...Great write though. I hope you feel better!