problems swirling in my head
thoughts about suicide
about being dead
with a slice of my skin
my whole world could end
i could be alone
the devil as my only friend
holding onto life, something sacred something pure
is like holding on to sand to tightly
and letting it disappear
blown away by the breeze that flutters through my window
shattered by thoughts from my head on my pillow
scared to move, scared to breath, scared to hold on any longer
then i realize, that i could be so much stronger
i pick myself up, and let myself fall
before i know it im banging my head into the wall
i close my eyes and try to sleep
visions wander my mind, willow trees seep into cracks in the ground
suddenly the, and another loud sound
i wake up to see the sun is still shining
im alive on the inside protected by my hearts flimsy lining
 
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