my life

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The poems I write are as true as my life,

And the words I use become as sharp as a knife,

With every scream in the night turns out there is someone holding that knife,

Can I see who is my demise,

Can I see who is trying to end my life,

No but I have a good feeling,

It is her with the red hair and blue eyes with every lie it makes it harder to stay alive,

I feel my emotions slipping away becoming nothing but an empty vase,

I want love,

I want feelings,

I want to be the person that I was before the darkness consumed my ever-lasting soul,

I want to be free but don't know how,

I am like a bird trapped in a cage that can't fly unless someone opens it,

But alas nobody will open it so I am stuck here,

Losing myself,

Waiting,

Breathing,

Smoking,

Until my face goes numb and my feelings disappear,

Because to be honest my feelings are becoming my biggest fear,

I will never be loved the way I want and that is ok,

I will be fine I just feel like on this earth is a place I cannot stay....

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