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Rated: E · Poetry · Psychology · #1806588
A point realization






I'm not living this life, I'm dying its death

I'm drowning beneath, while I smother my breath

I talk without words, my voice isn't said

I blink a blank gaze, my steps leave no led

I question my questions, answers don't come

My ponder is purpose, my existence is none



I'm not sleeping to dream, the day has enough

I'm closing my eyes to wear out the sun,

I twitch but don't feel, my nerves are undone

My match won't ignite, my anger is numb

My burn has no fight, my existence is none



I sting back a tear, and swallow my pride

I sigh out more thoughts, I shout them inside

I look to the ceiling, turn my head to the wall

"Talk to me shadow! Can't you hear my soul brawl?"

I hang my lips low, a frown they've become

I drag my feet slow, my existence is none
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