It's Okay, I'm Fine, I'm Dying Inside
It's ripping me apart
from the inside out
screaming to escape
crying to die
but no matter what I do
it stays trapped inside.
I breathe in
I breathe out
I lose sight of everything.
I wander aimlessly through the abyss.
Nothing is real
yet everything hurts.
So I stop feeling.
I stop trying.
I stop thinking.
I just exist.
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