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Sit and think Contemplate The world as it is What a difference A year makes Joy and love Gives way to Sadness and pain Betrayal The watchword of it all Sit and think What's the point? Why is there this Suffering Torment and pain Never-ending Fades from time to time But it waits Watching like a jungle cat Waiting Just waiting For a moment of weakness For the prey to relax Then it may strike Contemplate the edge As you thumb the blade Wonder What would it feel like Is it true That it's cowardly? It's easier To lay down and die Than to keep fighting Keep trying And nothing changes Forced to walk alone For all the effort To care so much And nothing in return The mind screams That's the way it is The heart weeps Poor shattered thing Wants to give Can't make it happen Shallow cut On the pad of the thumb Pulls the mind to reality Softly swearing The tool is cast aside This time As the wound Is staunched This time The mind won Survival Over the pain In the heart We live to fight Another day
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
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Sit and think Contemplate The world as it is What a difference A year makes Joy and love Gives way to Sadness and pain Betrayal The watchword of it all Sit and think What's the point? Why is there this Suffering Torment and pain Never-ending Fades from time to time But it waits Watching like a jungle cat Waiting Just waiting For a moment of weakness For the prey to relax Then it may strike Contemplate the edge As you thumb the blade Wonder What would it feel like Is it true That it's cowardly? It's easier To lay down and die Than to keep fighting Keep trying And nothing changes Forced to walk alone For all the effort To care so much And nothing in return The mind screams That's the way it is The heart weeps Poor shattered thing Wants to give Can't make it happen Shallow cut On the pad of the thumb Pulls the mind to reality Softly swearing The tool is cast aside This time As the wound Is staunched This time The mind won Survival Over the pain In the heart We live to fight Another day
Another from my black period.
jake-hicks
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
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