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Derrek Schrader Apr 2014
Every life I touch
I break.
I should be used to this
Heartache.
There’s no more ground
Left for me unfound.
I’ve traveled everywhere
And found myself nowhere.
Would you be better off without me?
So you don’t have to see
The pain
That I see?
I’ve opened too many veins,
Left blood red stains
On you.
And I wish I could take everything back
But I’m always too late.
The darkness holds a certain wonder
That I no longer fear
But embrace.
It’s the only time I release
Without hurting you
Because I’m hurting myself.
Don’t let me sleep again
Because in my dreams comes death.
I can’t escape these thoughts.
I want to feel nothing,
So I feel everything.
In my blinding rage
I’m fully awake,
But oblivious.
I want to hold onto you
Forever,
But you’re slipping away through
My mistakes.
Every life I touch
I break.
I should be used to this
Heartache.
There’s no more ground
Left for me unfound.
I’ve traveled everywhere
And found myself nowhere.
Derrek Schrader Apr 2014
Oh, God,
I feel I’ve been lied to.
The world has flipped and I’m
Beneath it,
Trying to hold it and keep it
Steady but
Losing.
This war is scarring,
Aching,
Painful.
My eyes are weak and heavy
But sleep only makes it worse.
Where will I go when this is over?
I’ve lost everyone I love and
I’ve gained a sense of hatred
For life.
Oh, God,
Please save me from wrath
Consuming my mind,
For I can’t find the light
Alone.
I need a prayer,
I need a savior,
I need an answer that can heal
My diseased veins
And make me see the good.
The world is heavy on my back.
I can feel my bones crack
And my heart lacks
A certain decency and acceptance
For myself.
Hope slips as easily as it remains,
And I’ve none left to keep.
I am weak,
So I weep.
But tears are salty
And do no good for me.
All I taste is nothing.
Oh, God,
I hate what I’ve become.
I am coming undone.
I can’t run
From the things
I’ve done.
Lost is the only place I find
Behind closed eyes,
Deep in my mind.
Is that where I belong?
Oh, God,
Please tell me.
Is that where I belong?

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