24: I'll make it

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I twitch and spams,
Due to the pain you've put me in.

The glory days,
The holy ways.
It was always your say.

I did not say anything,
I kept silent,
For all the torture you've put me in,
I've faded into nothing.

Starved for affection,
Filled with guilt of all the pain.
The pain I did not cause,
But for what you gave given.

It hurts me deep inside,
My muscles,
My bones.
My head
And my mind.

The constant thought of doubt,
It spreads through me.

The running away of my own self.
I cant keep going.
It pains me to much.
It's hard to bear,
And yet here I am.
With the constant longing.

A longing for relief,
For the end of suffering.
The despair that never ends.

Why can't it stop.
Let me finish this,
Once and for all.
Let me take these meds,
That'll fill my head.
Into foginess I've walked,
The fog that never clears,
As I walk of this cliff,
Into my end.
It is near,
Yet so distant.
I'll make it.
One day it will be there.

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