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Feb 2019
I woke in a pool of blood
Unaware of what had occurred
My feelings hit me like a flood
Understanding I now felt reassured

I'll never be good enough
Realising I'm use to the emptiness
I tried to stay strong and tough
But now im broken and a mess

Realising the walls I've built
So many scars to keep people away
Afraid to talk, to share my guilt
About every cut, feelings on replay

In my castle so solid made from pain
Walls all around cut me off
Never close enough to be hurt again
This may well be my last standoff
When sobriety kicks in
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Brian  32/M
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