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Broken... Part One

The rain beats down but numbs no pain, And on my soul a growing stain. Relinquish my life to time and its will, Just popping them in - pill after pill. The night grows late the rain on my face, It still feels so bad I wish these pills would erase. Again and again one at a time I feel no shame, The worst is that I am the only one to blame. I want it to stop, To my knees I drop. Tears start to roll like rain on the window, With passing time I retreat to my shadow. The voices have stopped and the silence is blind, I close my eyes and hide in my mind. The pain still so sharp, Why won’t it stop… Becoming a part, Why won’t it stop... The void gets bigger sucking me in, I do not struggle I am letting it win. Alone in the dark I sit and I cry, I want to let go I try and I try. They said that they needed me, But how can that be? They know not me, There will be no we. I
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michael-kent-dobison
South African
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South African
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Feb 28, 2012
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