the last battle .

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I'm lost ,
I'm helpless,
I'm in agony,
What do I do?

There's fear,
There are flashbacks,
that scare me

I sing my song,
Because that the only thing I'm left with,
My sweet voice .

The melody of that song,
Keeps playing in my head,
Trying to erase the trauma.

A strong soul,
In a weak body,
That no longer functions.

Yes I am alive,
But dull and weary,
The brain not functioning.

My eyes drool blood,
But until when?
what do I do?

It is cold,
But the tears are what keep me warm,
they flow with life .

I am fighting the last battle,
The one that determines my strength,
Will I win?

What do I do?

~smoke_bun

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