I beat myself up for hurting
Decide not to procrastinate
And decide to implement that
Wonderful decision later
Later
when my pen is dry
And my eyes
Fall out of my head
To watch my self-inflicted
Demise.
And part of me wonders at the irony
Will anyone ever read this?
Let me invite you inside my head
You would be the only welcome visitor
Will you take my problems when you leave?
A parting gift
Apart from me your head is full
Of what you see
And so no one will EVER see things the way I do
And yet
Why
Do
I
Still
Try
?
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