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I feel trapped in this world, with no way to escape I tap upon the glass of my subconscious mind But they echo no more from my room of confinement And instead they vanish. **** and leave me behind I've thought this over thoroughly but never had the gall To step down to that crooked slab of asphalt underneath Instead, these thoughts, they bounce around and cause a chain reaction That exposes daily reasoning as a sword without its sheath The sheath; a sense of normalcy, not elsewhere to be found Overcome by spikes in temper, putting ties in danger Of whom I love and whom I ultimately care about Suddenly and unbeknownst to me, becoming strangers Depression dulls the blade's sharp edge Where confidence had once been rested Anxiety loosens the hilt with doubt Rendering potential nigh ineffective Hatred of person in all past events Where regret is an outlying feature of memory Hesitance an outlying feature of future And behind is left a feeling of agony To top it all off, there's the constant harassment Where progress in peace achieved is a minimal Where the freedom of speech is abused as a right By these sadists of mankind, true message subliminal *Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me* Was the biggest lie ever told to children As they cut deep psychologically But no matter how down in the dumps I become I never give up and I strive for the best So when I finally get to stare Death in the face I can welcome him warmly with a gentle caress
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Blade of Woe
I feel trapped in this world, with no way to escape I tap upon the glass of my subconscious mind But they echo no more from my room of confinement And instead they vanish. **** and leave me behind I've thought this over thoroughly but never had the gall To step down to that crooked slab of asphalt underneath Instead, these thoughts, they bounce around and cause a chain reaction That exposes daily reasoning as a sword without its sheath The sheath; a sense of normalcy, not elsewhere to be found Overcome by spikes in temper, putting ties in danger Of whom I love and whom I ultimately care about Suddenly and unbeknownst to me, becoming strangers Depression dulls the blade's sharp edge Where confidence had once been rested Anxiety loosens the hilt with doubt Rendering potential nigh ineffective Hatred of person in all past events Where regret is an outlying feature of memory Hesitance an outlying feature of future And behind is left a feeling of agony To top it all off, there's the constant harassment Where progress in peace achieved is a minimal Where the freedom of speech is abused as a right By these sadists of mankind, true message subliminal *Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me* Was the biggest lie ever told to children As they cut deep psychologically But no matter how down in the dumps I become I never give up and I strive for the best So when I finally get to stare Death in the face I can welcome him warmly with a gentle caress
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
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