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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2259740
A little more of my insanity showing through
Dark thoughts swirl to the surface, becoming real; growing confused, not knowing how to feel.

Fear holding me in a tight grip; running away from myself, trying not to trip.

Slipping and falling into a web of despair; somebody help me, but no one's there.

Stumbling in the darkness that I call my soul; trapped, clawing to the surface and taking a toll.

Shutting down my heart; tearing myself apart.

Finding myself piece by piece; happiness scattered to the breeze.

Drowning in myself, slowly running out of air; suffocating lightly, wanting someone to notice and care.

Chained to a wall, bound by my insanity; seem calm on the surface, but inside I'm panicking.
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