Surrounded by people yet all alone. Trapped behind a desolate wall, I have made my home.
Anxiety and depression immensely overtake. Laughter and smiles always fake. Unable to escape trauma of my past, I began to suffocate.
Running the distance with nowhere to go. These are the days of my life, a real shit show.
I cry out for help, but I’m the only one who hears. The demons of death feel so near. I pray often, to just disappear
Deep rooted evil, clouds my mind. Taking over my thoughts, I have little time. I know, the easy way out, suicide.
Unable to distinguish what’s real from ficton. To hell with the doctors and their pointless prescriptions. Hope is just a mirage, an optimist’s prediction.
What will it take to get me right. A visit from the devil on a lonely night. He creeps when I lose the will to fight
A tranquil state, is where I find myself. Dealing with the hand in which I was dealt.
Life, is an illusion, a constant mind alluring game. Will I succumb to peace or fall down in shame.
Surrounded by people, yet all alone.
Trapped within this solitary zone.
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