Left with nothing but a constant glare.
Fighting the urge to cry,
Having thoughts on how to die.
Hiding all pain from eyes that see,
How disgusted and hard I am on me.
Trapped in the atmosphere of my brain's walls,
Constantly noting all logic that falls.
Wanting a crowd yet no freedom I taste,
For in my mind, it's knowledge I can't waste.
Loneliness and despair won't last long in my head,
For insanity will come first, and then, I'll be dead.
...things will never be the same again.
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