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Possibly Triggering - A Mystery Exisistance ( a poem )
I'm feeling really down atm and am having trouble escaping the pain. This all just came out now. I don't know what to do. Its a crappy poem, but...whatever.
A Mystery Existance.
This depression erodes my soul
and pretty soon, I'll have no place to go.
Forever forgotten, the rain is not stopping,
I haven't a clue as to why I'm still here.
A mystery existance.
This anger turns my blood bitter
I won't deny that I'm a sinner.
Trials of a liar, despair of a loner
I haven't a clue as to why I'm alive.
A mystery existance.
This pain bleeds out until I'm numb.
And I know that I'm deaf, blind, and dumb.
Frozen solace, just someone to be replaced.
I haven't a clue as to why I'm still breathing.
A mystery existance.
This heartache dulls as my blood turns blue.
So out of place but what can I do?
Bleeding again, repenting my sin.
I haven't a clue as to why I'm still here.
Just a mystery existance.
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