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insight eightyone this isn’t living - a poem im still alive but im barely breathing the lyrics i now understand the darkness haunting my mind every thought shadowed upon dull in the eyes where the dark lines lie barely seeing the sky of blue between the dark clouds so grey. a smile for her, a smile for him lies beneath broken lips a frown for the mirror the truth setting in tick tock tick tock, clock chiming loud midnight dawns and the pen still writing dragging the words out. too tired to love too exhausted to be broken the weight on shoulders pulling at the strings in reality wishing there would be another way to stop time in its tracks to have the time to 'live' but if this is living, i’d rather be dead