Past

April 27, 2015

So much stress

Swelling my brain with thoughts

Bad thoughts

Washing away my dreams

Pushing away my future

Letting people who care go

My past is cutting me with blades on the inside

On the outside I'm a walking dead person

I feel nothing anymore

I'm fading

I'm confused

I've been flushed away

I'm like a deer trapped in a fence

Or a cat being declawed

I'm on a ride full of negativity

And this road never ends

I can't trust myself

Let alone trust others

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