Piece Of My Writing

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Piece 1: I'm Done...

  I’m done with all the lies I’ve told,

Done with all the things I kept close.

Holding each moment afraid to lose it,

I was never told that it was all meant to be.

Don’t know how to live, how to survive.

I have no support, no one to guide.

In this place there’s nothing that seems real,

Everything’s virtual, everything, I fear.

Mirrors all around, I see my reflection.

I see nothing, no road, no direction.

I’m lost in the way and everyone’s no one.

Scared to survive, it’s pain that burns.

Like it’s threatening me to live, want me to let go.

Leave all the happiness behind and except the sorrow.

It’s like a curse taking over me,

I can’t think, I can’t breathe to live.

It’s suffocating me, causing me the pain.

It’s no use trying, it’s all in vain.

Like petals of red rose flowing through me,

But seemed like blood to me.

And I’m done with everything I’ve been told,

Done with everything, can’t do it anymore.

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