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Stuck
Stuck I’m stuck inside my own mind’s prison, Walls built high with doubt and fear, A place where shadows crawl and whisper, And hope feels distant, never near. I fight to chase away the darkness, To drown the bad thoughts with a brighter song, But they cling like shadows in the night, And I find myself lost, all along. I try to replace the whispers of despair With memories of better days, To paint my world in softer hues, And push the gloom away. But the weight of depression is heavy and cold, It sneers and laughs at my small fight, It drags me down into the depths, Stealing my peace, stealing my light. I reach for hope, for a flicker of peace, A fragile thing I hold so tight, Yet it slips through my trembling fingers— Lost in the endless, endless night. No matter how hard I try to stand tall, No matter how much I plead or pray, The darkness always finds a way, And I am left with nothing but gray. Trapped within this silent war, A battleground inside my mind— Where the good and bad collide, And I’m running out of time. And in the end, I wonder if I’ll ever break free, Or if I’ll forever be caught in this fight— A prisoner of my own thoughts, Lost in the shadows, day and night. Km
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