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He cried for help using a silent cord but silent cries always get ignored, he couldn't remember how life rewards and from his eyes the tears then poured. He ran away from life because he became scared but he ran into the wild and he stands impaired, with too much time passed since he last cared, in this isolation he thinks how better he's faired. He realised the run from people guided him here, but he now wishes people were somewhere near, stuck still in this spot on his lonesome chair, now thinking that unsighted decision was unfair. Supressed anger created this mental cage and out of practice his mind won't engage, without exercise he's to weak to turn the page and there are no steps leading up to the stage. They say a man's got to do what a man's got to do, but what does a man do when he hasn't got a clue? When there are no thoughts in his brain left to choose, when he's lost it all and yet there's more to lose. He's a prisoner to depression and all its dark forces, cornered with one card and it requires endurance, survive and get lucky or die of natural causes, avoid the actions of suicide are of the most importance. Sometimes all you can do is survive, and hope for the day of the changed tide, sometimes all you can do is survive, it's a certain death if you move so just hide. The weeks pass by with the outlook bleak, everyday he weakens, he feels completely beaten, the adult with special needs that no curriculum can teach, sinking deeper into his own mind in an act of retreat. Lonely with only his own thoughts reality's out of reach, dehydrated, yet he weeps to himself letting tears leak, each drop releases anguish this reality's no beach, drops his head in his hands where there's no light to seek. Continuously sinking into a reluctant isolation, he wonders why to give a with no reason to care, thankful for his loneliness because it hides humiliation, staying in his hiding because no options appear. Staying still for now thinking it's safe right here but all the while his thinking clarity disappears, driven to numbness in a world that knows no fear, a far distance from pleasure and all is unclear.

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He cried for help using a silent cord but silent cries always get ignored, he couldn't remember how life rewards and from his eyes the tears then poured. He ran away from life because he became scared but he ran into the wild and he stands impaired, with too much time passed since he last cared, in this isolation he thinks how better he's faired. He realised the run from people guided him here, but he now wishes people were somewhere near, stuck still in this spot on his lonesome chair, now thinking that unsighted decision was unfair. Supressed anger created this mental cage and out of practice his mind won't engage, without exercise he's to weak to turn the page and there are no steps leading up to the stage. They say a man's got to do what a man's got to do, but what does a man do when he hasn't got a clue? When there are no thoughts in his brain left to choose, when he's lost it all and yet there's more to lose. He's a prisoner to depression and all its dark forces, cornered with one card and it requires endurance, survive and get lucky or die of natural causes, avoid the actions of suicide are of the most importance. Sometimes all you can do is survive, and hope for the day of the changed tide, sometimes all you can do is survive, it's a certain death if you move so just hide. The weeks pass by with the outlook bleak, everyday he weakens, he feels completely beaten, the adult with special needs that no curriculum can teach, sinking deeper into his own mind in an act of retreat. Lonely with only his own thoughts reality's out of reach, dehydrated, yet he weeps to himself letting tears leak, each drop releases anguish this reality's no beach, drops his head in his hands where there's no light to seek. Continuously sinking into a reluctant isolation, he wonders why to give a with no reason to care, thankful for his loneliness because it hides humiliation, staying in his hiding because no options appear. Staying still for now thinking it's safe right here but all the while his thinking clarity disappears, driven to numbness in a world that knows no fear, a far distance from pleasure and all is unclear.