All that left are tear stained eyes,
as I try to block out,
What's following behind.
Things that felt right,
And were totally wrong,
And things I've been hiding
For much too long.
I know I'm weak,
Anything but strong,
But I keep pretending
And trudging on.
I'm stuck in a pit,
And I cant get out.
Screaming on the inside,
But unable to shout.
Why am I like this,
What's wrong with my head.
Sometimes I think,
I'd be better off dead.
I guess there enough delusion left,
For me to continue on life quest.
I wish I knew why
I continue to try.
I wish I knew why,
I havent tried to fly.
I'm in the middle of scales,
Balancing either way.
Just waiting on the tide,
To tip them some day.
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