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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required And once it’s over, just like a ship my heart will sink, my mind wants to grow, while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you can’t kill something that’s already dead, I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you can’t kill something that was never alive. I’m steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive, everything gets quiet when I arrive. I can’t think, because there’s nothing in my head, people call me a coward, just because I fled, what do I eat? Nothing but bread, other people feed, while I’m being fed. Sometimes I cry, when I go to bed, I already know, that my heart you will shred. There’s nothing in my life, but the tears I shed, my heart is weighing me down, like it’s made of lead, I’m stuck in the past, like my name is Fred, what’s on my mind? Horror and dread, other people laughed while I sat and bled. I don’t look around, I’m scared of what I will find, I see life in front of me, but I think I’m going blind, I fell in a trap and now I’m stuck in a bind, and still nobody yet noticed that I’m going out of my mind. It’s been a while, since my contract was signed, and now my soul is black, my body already shined, why do people laugh? All I do is be kind, I already died, my heart flat lined. The trees are black, the snow is red, don’t lie on me, because that’s not what I said. My mind keeps turning, my heart is burning, I keep making mistakes, so I don’t think I’m learning, my life is soft like butter, and God is churning. How can I be happy when misery keeps occurring? My life is mixed up and I am stirring. I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black.
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