i wake up and i am so tired
and i work for something i say for something
in the back of my mind there is the question
what are you really doing this for
i push it far away murky water of my head
it hurts to drown inside and out
i want to scream i want to be dangerous
i want to be strong enough to live
but why
what reason do i have to try
there is none i say
and i stare at myself and cry at me
for me to do something worth it
i am so tired of everyone
nothing is good
for me to be so
so
so
so
so what
what am i
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
