It feels like my eneny
Tearing me apart
My mind is on a ramgage
Still bleeding from my heart.
Should i fight this battle
Between myself and me
For what end gameing
It won't just leave me be.
Why should I try
Impossible things
I can't stop being real
Inside the moods that swings
I feel just too much
And all in the extream
Then I loose reality
Lucidly directing the dream
I hate this I am against myself
I want to be like othets
And stop the pain
Before it flares and angers
Richeously in condemnation
Of only my own reality.
Of only my own illness
There's no cure in causality.
©wrennie
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