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Jun 2017
I woke up
Today (so tired)
And I’m…
Not sure what
I’m doing (so very tired)
But I think,
I am thinking?

Am I thinking?
What’s my name?
Who am I?
Why?
What’s the point?
Why am I here?
Can I leave now?

Only
A
Few
Long
Painful
Relentless
Hours till escape

Not rest
Exactly
Just…
Absence
A necklace of rope
Too many down the hatch
Too easy

Sometimes it’s
Better
To be kept
In the dark
Safer and Quieter
Safer but Colder
Safer but Alone

Somewhere where
Light
Doesn’t shine
Doesn’t reveal
Doesn’t destroy
Can I go to sleep now?

A path of words
Thoughts, Choices
Millions and Millions of doors
Which to go through
Who knows?

Put me under the stars
And see me
For who I am
Myself
Alone

Take off this mask
Of smiles
And grins
This suit of armour
That guards
The soul

Sure,
Being trapped
Inside
One’s own mind
Can be
Quite lonesome
But
Has anyone ever wondered
What lurks inside?

I am a breathing contradiction
I am here but
I am insignificant.
I am alive but
Dead inside

Hiding in the dark
Yet
Living in the light

Alone.
Written by
Mikaail  17/M/London
(17/M/London)   
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   Bisaal and Harley Hucof
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