I don't want to feel
I've hit the end of my road
I'm not sure what is real
But I still fight toe to toe
As I get older I realize
Nothing in life is what it seems
I don't want to be patronized
Though what I've done can't be redeemed
I've fallen through the blackness
I slipped between the cracks
I'm broken down, cold and heartless
It's growing back but it still has a cast
Tired of this search for nothing
Wishing I was someone else
I can't go on in life knowing
I've lived my life caged on a shelf
But looking through the pointless nothings
I swear I'll break through this curse
If I can't hold on to something
My final days will be in a hearse
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Draining Emotions
PoetryAnother continuation, filled with thoughts of all kinds of feelings of ups, downs, and turns-around.