Hiraeth
I got a messed up brain, messed up thoughts,
people say I'm fine, but I guess not.
My vision gradually gets darker,
and my heart feels like it just got shot.
I can feel my skin fall apart,
as my conscious grows even thinner.
And I lay there with an aching heart,
terrified of the thing I've become.
Always seeming to be so upset.
I don't know if I'm alive or dead,
but I don't want to fall asleep yet.
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