I hate this place,
For I can't seem to leave,
Wherever I roam,
I'm in this place of grief.
Its paths seem to go on forever,
An infinate corridor of hell,
This place is a curse, a wicked spell,
And into it I fell.
I hate this place,
Even the doctors are confused,
They cant help me,
Or at least they refused.
This place isn't physical,
Yet it follows wherever I roam,
Its a mental state,
And it's my new home.
I no longer sleep,
I no longer feel,
I just exist,
In my loneliness...
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
I hate this place,
For I can't seem to leave,
Wherever I roam,
I'm in this place of grief.
Its paths seem to go on forever,
An infinate corridor of hell,
This place is a curse, a wicked spell,
And into it I fell.
I hate this place,
Even the doctors are confused,
They cant help me,
Or at least they refused.
This place isn't physical,
Yet it follows wherever I roam,
Its a mental state,
And it's my new home.
I no longer sleep,
I no longer feel,
I just exist,
In my loneliness...
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