Its killing me,
This thing inside,
Lunacy, madness,
Trials of the blind.
This wind that drifts by,
It goes through my soul,
Tearing and dissolving,
Everything feels cold.
I hate this,
With every fibre within,
Just let me go,
To my fate, so grim.
Leave me to be,
Leave me alone,
Let me fall apart,
Turn my heart to stone.
I’m dying inside,
Why can’t you see,
Of what I’m really doing,
How I’m harming me.
It burns in my chest,
This sorrow and pain,
Let this be over,
Let my life be slain.
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