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In this bed, and in this room, I'm facing a specific kind of doom

And my end is more clear, there's no light at the end of the tunnel

Just a promise that yes, I am going to lose myself in the darkness

And lose you in the love

And you're not here because of them

They isolate me, they trap me

So that when they do something that hurts me or makes me upset

i have no one to run to

Just endlessly trapped in my own mind

And this room, this room

Filled to the brink in tears and pain

And it's so obvious

That even though I'm drowning in it I still remain

Steadily waiting and watching for someone to take this away

But I'm here once again I'm completely fucked up

Which is just my luck

Maybe it's time to just realize that I will always be fucking stuck

EmotionsOnwhitepaper August 13th, 2022 12:53
You are going through rough times but not to worry you will think of them as some small problem once it makes you stronger from inside and gave you a life lesson. And also another great write. I m amazed by the titles you write which totally summarises the whole poem.

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