Dark Hours

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When shit becomes reality when it shows up with faces burnt with past scars when things that used to mean mean the most become nothing but just normality when all the pleasures and joys are taken away and numbness is left to reside and a residence where it does not belong

When shoulders become chopped up and there's nothing to cry on and when tears become dry and there's nothing to cry for it made no sense but it started to make sense and not having sense when reality creeped up in a harsh way that the harshest conditions became the smoothest conditions when copy mechanisms became so fragile that their dont work the so-called music that brings comfort becoming something that brings more pain to the soul not being able to express that he didn't emotions but making it worse when the sound and flow becomes a nuisance to the mind creating worse delusional imaginations when daydreaming becomes a traumatic event that never happened but one that's meant cop with everything

Wasn't really going to get better or it was just going to become an experience of horrific moments was it going to be the life that I live for the life that was living in me did I did not I deserve the good little things in life what was the point of living when leaving never brought me anything but the death in the form of living