My pain is my punishment.
My mind is my jail.
I'm chained to my doubt.
Always to scared to fail.
I'm held down by my fear
And strangled by my ties.
I choke on my own truth
And get caught in all my own lies.
I made this hell.
My life is my demise.
How are they gonna just kill him.. Now they're burying him. Why am I helping? I just kept helping. Why am I helping? Wait, what about her? I saw another being buried next to me. She's still alive... I just kneeled next to the grave as they kept burying her, piling dirt over her squirming body. I wanted to save her, but I just stayed frozen watching..
I rolled over only to feel the warmth of the sun on my eyes. I was on my bed. Why are all my dreams so fucked up now?
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