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Jan 2020
Uncertainty drips from every pore
I can’t count how many times I’ve cried
I don’t know what I’m crying for
I don’t know how many times they’ve lied

“You can’t trust anyone,” he said
After so long, the words awake in my mind
Fear and anxiety crawl into my bed
To keep me awake until the sun goes blind

No one helps, no one fights it anymore
Mental illness is the hottest new trend
Everything is rushing towards the open door
So once again I can’t tell who is my friend

I’m not yet ready to accept defeat
Yet the suffocating tension only grows
Maybe it’s over, maybe I’m already beat
Maybe I should just let go

Maybe I should let them drift
Let myself sink into the unknown
Maybe this is their final gift
To someone undeserving of their throne
Written by
Ruby Payberg  17/F
(17/F)   
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