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Slowly Losing ItI'm always the nice guy.
You would laugh I would cry.
But never in front of you.
Would I show I was blue.
I was always too shy.
You love to hear me laugh.
Getting high like a graph.
Hugging in that dark place.
Caressing your soft face.
Kisses bringing me back.
All the way to the light.
Your eyes burning bright.
Bringing me up a notch.
Just let me sit and watch.
Your love is in plain site.
+Untitled+Where did I go wrong, when will I go right? I'm losing myself by winning this fight.
If it rains then I cry, and if the sun never shined then I'd probably die.
If I never took these peps then I'd feel insane, and if I give in then I'll be nothing but the same.
I'm falling to pieces as the cogs keep turning. My hearts been on fire for so long I've gotten used to the burning.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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