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Another night.

Misery fills in as company.

When someone claims.
That they understand your pain.

LIES.

For what do they truly know.
The silent depths of the anguish that i carry?

Has the weight of anguish.
Been so heavy.
Until i can no longer cry?

Have i really lost that form of release?
Does blood really need to take the place of tears?

How many more painful reminders do i require.
Before i break down.

And lock myself up.
Inside a dark asylum.

A stark raving mad person.
Whose eyes are nothing more than blank screens.

Which would be a better way out?

A knife to end it slowly?
Or a bullet in between the eyes to end it quickly?

I can barely take it anymore.

You hear that?

That is my mind.

Breaking down.
One thread at a time.