Starting a war

It never ends well

If I lose, I lose a piece of myself

If I win, I win guilt

I win regret

Sometimes I will ruin a life

Whether it be mine

Or another's

I can't hide

I would have nowhere to run

I'm at war

There's no one here to keep me strong

I'm alone

No one knows what's going on

They walk by

Never knowing what life was doing to me

Everybody goes through it

Why should I be any different?

In the end it never matters

When it doesn't matter

I just forget and move on

But it takes a piece

Every single time

It breaks a piece off

Takes a slice of my soul

Takes a drop of my personality

Until there will be nothing left

In the end it would all get too much

It would all get too much to handle

I need to talk

I need to share

I need to bleed it out

I need to fall

But not too far

A falling feather

Soft, graceful, elegant feather

Delicacy

In which I need, to live

Guardian angels will crowd

Angels will save the forgotten

Will save me

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