Am I a Murderer?

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Am I a murderer for each tear I shed, 
For every silent scream inside my head? 
Is each skipped breath a crime I commit, 
Each sleepless night, a mark that won't quit?

Am I a murderer for the dreams I erase, 
For killing the light in this familiar face? 
I push myself closer to that fatal edge, 
Hoping the wind will answer my pledge.

Am I a murderer for the scars I create, 
For flirting with fate, for sealing my fate? 
Each pill, each cut, each skipped meal, 
Is this the only way I know how to heal?

Am I a murderer of the child I was, 
Of the future I thought I'd once embrace? 
Or am I just the victim inside this shell, 
Trapped in a body that feels like a cell?

I am the judge, the jury, the hand, the blade 
A war within that cannot be stayed. 
But if I am both the murderer and the slain, 
Can there still be hope after all this pain?

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