I can't say I'm scared,
But I can't say I'm not,
I would like to say I'm spared,
But I'm drowned in these thoughts,
Maybe I'm despaired,
Caught in the blind spot,
Because otherwise I would be free, not tied in a knot.
I'm trying to keep this simple,
No one should get tied up in this half-life,
Something that's this crippled,
That's what my life has come to- an unbalanced knife,
About to fall, neither side being civil,
I'm a victim of my thoughts, tangled in this unstoppable, unthinkable strife.
I self-destruct in hate,
Unable to stop the torrent of words from my brain,
My mind is in this state,
I wonder if I welcome the pain,
But then why would I bear this weight?
Yet I still live under this torturous strain.
People say it always comes down to dark and light,
We're good or bad- only those, can you see?
"Can't be grey", only black or white,
But if I love others and not myself, what does that make me?
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Swallows- A Poetry Collection
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