Help Me..
I haven't eaten in days,
I sit with a pen, nothing comes..so i quit,
When i see the light my eyes are closed to block the sun rays.
I'm putting away the weapon i so long ago had to equip.
Chest compressions cant bring my heart back to life,
Not even with electrical currents running through my chest,
Even in sleep i worry, dreams leave me puzzled in the night.
As the sun seems to go down visa-versa does my stress.
This is a call to all who are real,
Because my lungs have stopped working and i exhaled 3 years ago,
This is a call to all those who still.. feel.
Because I lack all the emotions you often show.
Help me..
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