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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
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Car Accident
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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21/M/The Netherlands
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
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