You're sitting there with your body and mind so messed up.
What can you do to say enough is enough.
You never asked to be born this way.
Maybe, someday you'll be okay.
Everyone has been trying to reach out to you.
What will you tell them?
That you lost yourself again and you're tired to start over, which is true.
The way it looks for you is you will never win.
Broken spirits lose their way in the end.
They are scared to face reality, their hearts will never mend.
They fall down each time.
Their heart is their crime.
Admitting that they need help, never works for them.
Instead they rather fall over and over again.
They are clueless on their travels in life.
Slit by slit they cut themselves with a knife.
Every time they hurt, pain must be the prize.
Their smile is their tears that fall down from their eyes.
They scream so loud inside their minds.
What they really need is to be left behind.
They won't tell you how they feel.
All this pain, are you for real?
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