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Jan 2018
I pick myself up, barely able

To stay on my feet, my legs are unstable

I’ve had an accident, I’m rehabilitating

Everyone must think I am exaggerating

But I’m not, I struggle but because you can’t see

The pain I’m in, oh I’d be

So happy to be rid of the torment

But instead I once more descend to some extent

How frequent is this event meant to prevent,

My freedom as a human being?

I’m not arguing, I already know we’re not agreeing

I’ve given up on that, you just don’t understand



Let it be said, what this accident represents

It’s just as real as all these events,

That people tend to empathize with

But I speak of something different, call me a wordsmith

I’m speaking of a ruthless embodiment of darkness

Anything but harmless

To be clear; to let this come across

We’re talking about my depressing thoughts

They just won’t let me sleep

Desperately yelling it’s something I need

To beat this evil I must keep

Living, simply living

Living until I fall asleep



Just as my knees stop trembling

I smile to myself, but I keep questioning

Will my legs hold me up, even if I go forth?

I take my first step,

I’m blocked by a wall of some sort

In the middle of the street,

Can’t turn back or go on, so I plead

Please, help, I can’t walk anymore

A car runs into me, I fly through the air

And then crash to the floor

My mind fills back up with despair



I wake up in the ER

I can’t feel either legs

Again, this invisible car?

It struck me again

And no I don’t feign

Any of this horrible pain

Even though my legs are still here

They don’t work anymore, 

How is that not clear?

Please see through the surface

Because I’m searching for a purpose

To not give up, to not give in

But where do I begin?

Maybe I’ll need some crutches at first

But I want to get rid of the pain

Because that’s the worst



I find these self-driving cars so scary

All these people if they’re not weary

Stop when told to do so,

Not when they want to, no

We’re not thinking straight

We want to prevent accidents

But it all comes down to fate

I’ve never been reckless,

But my mind has left me breathless

It’s a hard hit, and it echoes through the brain

All this pain is mainly to blame

Please just drain every grain of agony

From my body, its now actually

Simply a fantasy

To live a stable, happy life

All I’ve been doing is barely survive



It’s in the paper, another casualty

He was still so young, the man says casually

But it’s a dangerous road he wandered

The opportunity of happiness he squandered

But as the man takes a closer look at that boy

He’s not alive, but he looks to be filled with joy

A smile on his face that nobody could erase

It’s the first time the boy had smiled

The last time was when he was a child

But now the pain is gone

And a trail of blood is drawn

On the road



So please, help me off this road

For I don’t want another car to be towed

I’m determined to keep walking,

But I need help, even if it’s only talking

Reach out to me, please

I’m unable to,

The street

It sticks like glue
 to my feet

Maybe I need to accept it

Embrace this fatal fate of mine

There’s only one way for this to end

I know there is,

It’s dying
TheMeanBean
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TheMeanBean  21/M/The Netherlands
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