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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

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