We all live in some fantasy
That everything is good at times
But step back
Look around
See the truth
The blackness
The true abyss
No peace
Mind screaming in pain
Making me weak
Making me one of the meek
Open wounds
Ripped fresh apart every day
No time to heal
Just don’t want to feel
Like myself
Like the man I used to be
Like the man I want to be
Without all this hurt
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