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L Oct 2018
Nonstarter in the rat race

Feels like no matter how many steps im taking,
I always seem to end up in the same place.

Its bewildering, really. Almost like magic.

Like magic could exist.


If i could get this far with this much,
I might as well keep the goal of keeping on.

For my own sake and for the sake of those around me.
I take my stubborn *** personality.
And i polish that ****.
And i put it on a pedestal.

Yeah. Look at me. Doin ****.

Thats right.
Come and get me.
You dont scare me.

Nothing scares me.
Please tell me it's all gonna be okay
I have become the prey
Don't let my thoughts conduce my decay
"Help" cries my heart for my mouth to say

I know I have to care for myself
But I need a helper to love thyself
My mind cannot contain itself

The whispers upon my ear make me dreary
The screams at night make me weary
The constant endeavor of my mind to make me bleary
These all make me eerie

I might sound like a martyr
You might think I don't make effort & am a nonstarter
You need to comprehend it's all a barter
Thoughts for consumption of the mind starter

Say hello to dear old depression
Depression my suppression
My emotions are no longer my possession
Calm down mind, I don't want another repression

I wanna cry
But I also wanna try

Goodbye dear sorrow
For you there ain't a tomorrow
I need to borrow
Borrow myself more tomorrows!
Copyright Delilah Wine Williams

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