Scratching At My Back
When I look in the mirror, that's just not what I wanna be, that's just not me.
Why do I feel this way, take away this aching pain.
I'm lost, I'm lost and I want to be found, I'm drowning in this shallow ground.
Can this bottle numb the pain cause I don't know how much longer I can refrain.
The voices are getting louder, you're not good enough, why not just take the latter.
I'm dying inside, no place to hide.
Do I ride or die.
Am I too far gone or should I just hold on.
I see the light but something else too. Reminds me of the night, darkness is that you?
Copyright © Ashton-Lee Hanlon | Year Posted 2021
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