Everything
I’m asking what is real
The voices can’t decide
Is it what I’m told now?
Or is it what I hide?
Escaping is no option
To run will scar my mind
But I’m just so afraid here
There is no solace I can find
Is this nothing?
Or is this everything?
Is this loving?
Or is this just a selfish game?
Teach me how to catch it
Just teach me how to race
Show me how to like it
Show me how to drown in hate
Am I something?
Or am I the same?
Is this your shoving?
Or am I just vain?
There’s something
But everything’s dead
No loving
Denying our breath
It’s nothing
It’s all in my head
I’m not shoving
Soon you’ll be dead
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