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Because of You
It’s cold, It’s darker than night, I feel sick to my stomach. I’m lost, No sense of direction. The thoughts run through my head, my soul. The words that corrupt me, Destroy me. The voices. I’m somewhere but nowhere, I vaguely remember where I am. The place I go to feel numb, Or so I wished, so I hoped. I can feel the pain, The pain that surrounds my body, That creeps on my flesh. Pushing on me, Suffocating me. I gasp, but the breath I seek, does not come. Only more pain. The voices get louder and louder, Turning into screams of the wind. Hurting my ears, I try to cover them, But the pain holds down my arms, With what seems like a grasp of death. A picture of you, Entered into my mind. Shaking my core. The voices and pain take over, I scream and lash out with all my might. Then everything starts to fade, I cry in relief. But I knew it’s not the end. It never is, But I was wrong. With my last single tear, Your face fades away, As so do I. The last thing I see, Is the face of the person who caused it all. The voices, the pain, and... My death.
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