Lost with in your reality
There doesn’t seem to be any way out
Trying to get through this sickness
But your mind is clouded with doubt.

You want to escape this pain
You’re tired of crawling on your knees.
But when you try to explain your hell
No one sees the things you see.

Pick up the razor blade
Mutilation equals relief
Only to find that what you thought
Was just another faulty belief.

Attempting to avoid abandonment
You pull those close real tight
Only to think that they’ve gotten too close
So you push away in fright.

You, my friend, are a paradox
You’re a walking contradiction
And even though you try to escape
You can’t because you’re your own addiction.

- June 25, 2005 @ 7:52 am

 
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