Raking through this rough patch
Making wrong choices,
Not the complete catch
So many tiny voices
I lie here thinking why
I try to cry but nothing comes out
Should I force these tears out?
Should I pinch myself to really get a grip?
What has become of me...
I fear I will never learn
I hide what will truly show
My voice has gone again
This sea reminds me of thy past
I lie awake and sleep that fast
My feet ache from all this running about
My fingers curl as if i'm about to shout
My face saddens
My heart falls
My lips wither
My HATE calls
Where am I now..
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