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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1090596
rastrained, torn, hurt, pain, death
Let me live. Let me love. You can’t keep me locked up any longer. I need to breath. I need to fly. I can’t shake these chains. Release me from this shelter, loosen my bonds. I’m screaming but all you hear is yourself. I have the chills. I’m shaking. And I cant breath. My hands are numb, and my body screams. I hate how you restrain me, and leave me here to freeze. Pointless self-indulgence is how we live our lives. Rain doesn’t fall outside, it falls behind our eyes. Misted viewing is how we see the world, fogged up lenses are how we see. I hate how I’m expected to take theses beatings and live these lies. I’m worn from so much use, and abuse. I suffer so I must bleed. I ponder the use of blades on my flesh, bit I real ease emotions and take control. Knifes seem interesting in this state of mind, yet I refuse to give in and die. After all that what you wanted. My eyes glaze over, my hearts beating slows. I’m lying in this wasteland. Tragedy surrounds my life, destruction follows in my wake. My smile on the outside is nothing but a fake. I hate how I’m alone. And I’ve finally realized you are yours and I am my own.
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