Lonely is my nights, where I find myself alone with the demons I put aside during the day. Desperate is my attempt, to find a way to end this misery. But I know it will never cease, not in my lifetime. It will eventually spiral out of control and drag me so far under that everything I could do to break free from it still wouldn't be enough. Some let that break them, but I have no reason to.
I can't break what's already shattered.
Some people say I'm on my way to falling into insanity. Some say it'll never happen, because they can't see what I see everyday. They don't get to see me ripping my hair out from frustration and anger. They don't get to see the scars that I hide so well. The pain in my heart that will not stop, the raging thoughts slowly crushing my skull.
People say I'm crazy to do what I do. I couldn't agree more. The scars upon me will never reveal the full extent of pain I have suffered.
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