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Dec 2017
My darkness

The sound of cars pass by my window
I sit and think why am I here?
Am I supposed to be a good person?
Am I supposed to be a criminal?

I look at the sun coming thru the window
All I see is my darkness
The pain I feel with in
My torment
My heart beats
My head feel like it’s on fire
Every time I here someone say something I’m like you’re a liar.

My crutch
My darkness will win
The screams
The laughter from the demons in my head
As I lay here in my bed
I ask out for the strength to be dead.

End the darkness just to see the light
If anyone is listening please help end this fight.
My soul takes that endless flight
Please save me from this hellish fight.

Nothing to hold on to
I let go
As I fall and then the dark sets in
Could it be true is this  the end?
It’s real the struggle within the pain is never ending.
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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