The sickness inside

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    The sickness inside

    So here I am again, another night that I am struggling to forget all this
    bullshit inside my head. I try to clear my mind, but the thoughts of you
    and her make it impossible for me to relax. I can feel my eyes fill up with
    tears, I dont wanna do this, I dont wanna cry.

    I'm sick of this feeling, i'm sick tof it all. What can I do, I dont
    know how to deal. I try to push it away, I try to stay calm, but the
    feelings are just to strong. I am feeling every different emotion that
    can ever be felt. You did this to me, now take it all away. Your such
    an asshole, you make me so mad.

    Why did you let this happen, why did you do this to me? I wish you
    could understand, you were the only person in this world I could ever
    trust, and you betrayed me me, and stabbed me right in the heart.
    Now it seems I feel like i'm bleeding to death, and there is no way to
    stop it.

    Each day I start to think the blood is drying up slowly, and i'm gonna
    recover. Then once again when I think i'm alright, something comes
    along and knocks me back down into another pile of my own blood.
    I'm dying once again deeply inside, there's no where to go, no where
    to hide. I'm a prisoner in my own mind. Someone release me get
    these demons out of my mind.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Baybewolfe’s Poems (7)

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