I am broken
I live in a dark world inside my head
And no one can get me out
I am trapped
Some days I like being trapped
It makes me feel whole
But other days I want to be alone
To be free from the darkness
I am broken
The darkness is what controls me
My soul might as well be black
I only think of bad
I think of things that others would question
I have been broken
And while I was broken the darkness consumed my life
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