my mind will be the end of me.
these thoughts more than some memory,
these images played through my brain.
daring me to be insane,
or done,
lost to the abyss.
lost to this endlessness,
the beyond.
whats coming next?
who knows.
but here I sit,
stuck.
fastened to this place.
unable to change my face
or name.
unable to break the chain,
insane?
no, just in pain.
the monotony is killing me
each day less and less free
tied to you
and them.
tied to the endless cycle of days
and nights,
and predictable fights;
because i know what pushes your buttons.
and can't stop from leaning in,
won't stop stealing your grin,
your joy.
no reason why.
perhaps i just want to die
and your leaving,
i know,
would do me in...
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
my mind will be the end of me.
these thoughts more than some memory,
these images played through my brain.
daring me to be insane,
or done,
lost to the abyss.
lost to this endlessness,
the beyond.
whats coming next?
who knows.
but here I sit,
stuck.
fastened to this place.
unable to change my face
or name.
unable to break the chain,
insane?
no, just in pain.
the monotony is killing me
each day less and less free
tied to you
and them.
tied to the endless cycle of days
and nights,
and predictable fights;
because i know what pushes your buttons.
and can't stop from leaning in,
won't stop stealing your grin,
your joy.
no reason why.
perhaps i just want to die
and your leaving,
i know,
would do me in...
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