Poetry

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My heart beats fast.
It's like it's gonna jump right out.
It's anxiety but it reminds me of a knife.
So I smoke a few cigarettes and a few more and when that doesn't work I take a few drinks and I blackout.
Not my intention but it's a form of numbness.
Cause I don't believe in showing pain.
Thats like taking off my bullet proof vest and revealing to the world that I'm not as strong as I pretend to be.
Cause at the end of the day all I have is myself and this is all I am.
For I am alone next to 30 soldiers and these soldiers will not protect me.
The blood drips from their lips and I have already accepted my fate.