"The sound of the road
Keeps me awake
The cuts on my thighs
Are beginning to ache
The voice in my mind
Is screaming for help
As I try to sleep
My conscious yelps
What if I die?
Who would care?
Why do I cry?
Is anyone there?
I'm beginning to doubt
The sanity I cling to
I can no longer tell
If my reality is true"
-c.e.
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
