My skin trembling
lieing in my early wake
mind begins to swell, endless pain throttles my arms
lonley spirits wonder my eyes
i am one of them
for ill be a spirit soon
hitting me,
killing me,
do that anyway
for i will be gone soon
what good is it to live when theres nothing to give?
biting my nails,
nerves come,
on the edge...
on the edge...
gone
 
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