stuck
i felt the need to write this down
quickly please
let the darkness out.
there's so much I would write
god, my thoughts
they haunt me
they stalk me in my sleep
i wish i could get a repellent
know there isnt one
i can only bleed
my words on this screen
cant get the motivation
to scribble it in a journal
dont know where it went
i cant just communicate
how i think i feel
without feeling insecure
that maybe im making it up
i have lied to myself
help
im lost
this cant help
god my fears
they keep me from going out
fears
they hurt
they twist your stomach
so painful
lord is this real
lord are you real
lord will i dissapear
lord i need help
lord why wont you answer
i dont pray
i cant
my conciousness tells me
so strongly
god is fake
and i cant escape that thought
like how time is inevitable
and how nothing lasts forever
and how life is going by so quick
how i cant make it stop
why cant i be stuck
stuck in a time
endless loop
with my friends
my family
before all this happens?
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