a lil depressing, but what can ya do?
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so here i am
again
i don't know
what to say
anymore
it feels like
i'm fighting
the same
goddamn
fight
over and over
and over again
i'm tired of it
i never seem to
win
arrows pierce my
flesh
i'm screaming
blood
pouring
from a thousand
cuts
in my skin
and all i feel is
numbness
spreading through
my body
and my enemy isn't
kind enough
to give me a
painless death
so perhaps the
numb
comes from
within
spreading outwards
from my heart
frozen to stone
by medusa's glare
or my mother's
since i've never
met medusa
but i'm sure she'd be
far less fearsome
than the woman
who runs my
home.
from my brain
shattered to pieces
by the words
shouted
almost
incoherently
i can't understand
them any more
than i could understand
greek
i'm un-whole.
from my soul
or what little is
left of it
anyways
because a soul can only
exist
so long as you
live
and i feel like i'm
not
anymore
i hope i am
because otherwise
death
would bring me no
peace
and i need to
believe
that something
will bring me
peace.
here i am
again
writing shitty poetry
about
the same
fight
war is a waste of
time
so i laid down my
arms
sat down on the
battlefield
and let them
tear me
to
shreds
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