Make It Stop
Like an endless death
Every day I feel as if I’m deteriorating
I can feel my soul degrading
Make it stop
I’m getting mad
It hurts too much
Like 1000 paper cuts and such
Make it stop
The mask that has to go up
In order to get through the day
I want it all to go away
Make it stop
The pain of opening my eyes
My patience is growing thin
The lack of emotion is growing in
Make it stop.
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