The truth is hard to digest,

especially when you know

you've tried your best,

but I guess the first step is

realizing that you're a mess.

It strangles me and I

begin to suffocate,

but by the time I

catch my breath,

it's already too late.

My soul begins

to vanish as

I watch it levitate,

plagued by anger and hate,

with the thoughts of

being a mistake or

perhaps a waste of space.

I lock myself

away like an inmate,

nobody needs to

see me in this state,

all my weaknesses

being put on display.

My mind needs

to be bathed as

I lose myself

in a haze,

full of rage,

struggling to figure

out this new maze

that I've made.

Troubled by the

inability to forget,

my soul is full of regret;

I keep failing

to realize that

I am my greatest threat.

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5/20/20

10:14 PM

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