The Loss
Sick with myself, but I've got no one else,
so I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps
it's the same thing this pain thing that keeps me from sleeping
and screaming that god I must be dreaming
and I can rest in peace and at least cease to be
cease to see those things in me that make me wanna cease to breath
and ceased to need and ceased to feed, sickness that's in me
this is all that I can be, I can't breath as I bleed
Copyright © Ali Matheny | Year Posted 2008
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