Crawling
Reaching,
Forever it seems.
Tormenting my own being.
To be is to survive.
But I want to thrive.
Why.
Me.
My own worst enemy.
I see the light, yet I taint it with black.
Every time I feel alive.
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 3:43 AM UTC
Crawling
Reaching,
Forever it seems.
Tormenting my own being.
To be is to survive.
But I want to thrive.
Why.
Me.
My own worst enemy.
I see the light, yet I taint it with black.
Every time I feel alive.
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