Stuffed down in the dark, cobwebbed dirt
That’s where I bury the pain, loss and hurt,
I’ll never be that version of me again
Sometimes it’s easier to let the demons win,
Don’t you worry your pretty little head
There’s more than one way for us to be dead,
Sure I’m breathing but am I truly alive
It’s just an adaptation of conscious suicide,
Some days are a struggle from my first waking breath
And it’s all I can do not to hate myself to death…
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when it is the darkest minute of your life,do remember that sunrise is just a minute away
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