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My Mind
My mind is the loudest place I collapse from the noise sometimes Yet my body rejects it It never ends Some sort of hypnosis A form of mediation And aggravation Nails on a chalkboard Piercing to my eardrum But I sit numb- Among a sea of my own agony Inside a speaker, So I can’t hear reality It’s unfair, unjust and unsettling I wish I could forget I wish I could time travel And sometimes I just want a hug To feel your loving arms But then I snap back to solitude Daydreaming of golden days- Days that were taken for granted Years that were put off to the future ones And I cave I lose all over again- Losing finger after the other Digging my nails into my palms- No one notices And there are times all I want to do is scream Instead with poise I search for a chuckle- Some sort of life through all of this darkness Some sort of heaven in this living hell And yet I sit there silent as can be There’s not much that comes out anymore Not that it ever did-
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