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Mar 2018
Voices inside my head,
Screaming I should be dead
With a gunshot through the head
Laying beside my bed.

They call me, I whisper don't, stop!
Please don't make me drop!
A phone rings, I answer it. I said hello, no one answered,
realizing I just heard the silence of my brain,
making me want to reduce the pain,
and what's insane is that I cannot find peace and calmness
through all the hardness and madness.

It makes me wanna *****, because this world, has no peak, I'm blinded by fear, I'm weary to hear, Scary to be near, frightend to be real but I can see,Now this time, It is for sure,
It's me floating on a boat, by the sea,

My bed of conscience, Delivers me.
Harriz Sierra
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Harriz Sierra  19/M/Philippines
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