Why is it I cant stop my own mind.
Grasping for something just out of reach.
Plagued by all that, which I will never find.
Battered and broken by the hope that I seek.
I hear the voices screaming at me.
Taunting from the shadows within.
Beckoning damnations final ecstasy.
Never worth it, useless in the end.
Existing in a choice I did not make.
Alone as always through it all.
Used to being the doormat of fate.
Nothing left to rise, forever the fall.
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