Imaginary People
The urge overwhelms
takes a hold, like chains
chains that constrict
gripping at my wrists and ankles
the pressure of it
It seems as if my bones will break
burdens only I could bear
yet they bring me to my knees
until the will may surface
consumed by imaginary people
those that doubt
those that cast asides
dwindling hopes
only play with my heartstrings
playing the tune of torment, despair, and broken dreams
so I breathe deeply
only for a short-lived moment
I seek a light, but cannot help but cower in the nighttime
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