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everything's a problem
yet everyone's moved on
every night i'm thinking
until the time to sleep has gone
nowhere seems safe
every path seems so long
every choice i make
turns out to be wrong

everywhere i look
something waits to be fixed
every person that i've loved
is another one i'll miss
head in my hands
at the end of my wits
telling myself
that i have to deal with it

but i'm tired
and i'm sore
don't know
how much more
i can take
before i crash
it's not funny
but i laugh
i'm tired of dealing with it
thats the truth
i'm crushed by the weight
that was knowing you
i've tried to run away
of course at no use

cause it's not a place or thing
i can avoid like the plague
you're a part of me
i can't push away
not that i'd want to
i need you to feel sane

but you're gone
and there's nothing i can do
i tried rationalizing it
with every excuse
but i can't accept it
and that leaves me pretty ****** *******

because i still need you
don't you know
why did you feel
the need to go
whatever possessed you
to ever think so

and as i lay here
i can't help but think
it should've been me
it should've been me
you deserved so much more
i failed you miserably
attempting to hold my breath
but i'm the antithesis of calm
in four hold seven out eight
but my ability to detach is gone
taken and replaced with an
all consuming dread
i try to have normal thoughts
but my brain screams he's dead he's dead HE'S DEAD
need to get a hold on it
but can't stop shaking uncontrollably
saying swear i gotta gain control of this
yet i'm spiraling inconsolably
nothing is effective
though i'd die to make something work
how can i convince others
if i can't convince myself first
how can i make it better
always making things worse
how can i go about this
without having it hurt
giving it my best and all
but ******* up per usual
maybe the fact i thought i had a chance
was beyond ******* delusional
i just wanna make it better
but i keep bleeding all over the place
i fall and i bawl and i claw into myself day after day
but nothing i do even touches the stains

much less being able to make them go away
panic like quicksand
sink before i even know
to fight whats happening to me
to fight for my soul
i'm not even myself anymore
too overstimulated
to feel the whips that crack on my skin
can't hold my concentration
i'm just so sad
outside of myself right now
the more i try to hold it all in
the more it starts bleeding out
i'm just too many things at once
and i just wanna be okay
i wanna go back and fix it somehow
but i know there just isn't a way
i can be fine with being open to the possibility
but refused to be tortured by the probability
of whether you're gonna love me back or not

grown comfortable enough with my own fragility
practiced patience to form some sort of independent stability
built a wall around my thoughts
feel a wave of exhaustion coming on
gonna try and ride it out
to somewhere beyond this moment
cause i can't stand right now
i don't need to wait to watch you burn
i can move on without seeing you hurt
i thought what i wanted was closure at first
that if i felt bad you needed to feel worse

but now i'm free from those kind of thoughts
i really hope that you're better off
won't be concerned even if you not
could care less if you redeem yourself or rot
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