I'm not ok.
I'm sick in the head
I tread on thin ice.
I scramble like little mice.
Roll the dice.
where is the bliss.
hiss what did I miss
Played and dissed.
I persist to beat myself up.
Shut up or put up
I have threats on me from me
I am on bended knee.
Please restore to my happier younger days.
They were quiet days.
Seems those are the better times.
I hear the chimes.
I see stars.
I am trapped in tar.
Spare me.
I wont go far.
Im going to sit in my chair.
Stare into the air.
Stay in my zone.
I turn of my phone
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