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II. I’m not heartless, Just fighting my demons. Just hurting and healing, And healing and hurting. Just stuck in this vicious cycle of hope and helplessness, Yet, I remain expressionless. Get me out of here. A.
You try to be the best I’ve ever had, But that doesn’t take much effort. You don’t know that, And I’ll never mention it. Not my experience with abuse, Not the insecurities bound to oxygen, flowing through my veins. I’m afraid you’ll be inspired, Afraid you’d come up with new methods of breaking my heart, …
It’s 2am and my body jolts itself to life. I’ve been drinking, I’ve been smoking, Hoping that these chemicals would numb the pain, Mask the anxiety, Do something other than drive me insane. The fear that I know, Transits through my heavy heart. But today, it’s come to stay. Like a spider in its silky …
