It’s been raining for days
But the ground is not wet
I see a mind so damp
Fully soaked with regret

I did I again
Didn’t even put up a fight
I knew it was wrong
Nothing is right

So I sit in reflections
Is that really me I see?
Black tunnels to a blacker soul
A hollow figure of me

Crumbled again to morals forgotten
Woke up sore with sickened spirit
Bloodshot eyes and dirty soul
Chapped lips and sour spit

Look down to a body abused
Empty of innocence, filled with neglect
A temple of sin accepted
Filled with hate, empty of respect

Crawling in my own skin
Feeling everything but human
I just wanted to make things okay
I failed myself again
 
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