I’m trying to write my magnum opus
But I’m fucking hopeless
I’m losing my focus
Trapped by the psychosis
Drowning in self doubt
My enemy does not lie without
But within, behind my eyes
that’s just a way to romanticise
That I want to die
The only reason I exist is for her
My lowly spirits begin to stir
She is clarity in the blur
My mind is rife with pain and strife
She grants purpose to my life
She’s the reason I’ll put down the knife
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Author:
A.Windowcleaner (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Wow! So incredible especially in the feels.
Thank you
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