I'm locked away inside out here
'Til I dissapear altogether I fear
Why must things be so tough
Why must the going get rough
I don't think I can take it any longer
But I know that it will continue
Until I choose to make it stop
Either with these pills or this blade
Nothing ever stays the same




Authors Note:
I know it's short and doesn't really make since...will it does to
me but not nessecarily to you, but then poetry's not supposed to make
since to everyone is it?
 
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