Trapped

Trapped.

My mind doesn't let me free.

Pain is all I can see.

I think myself into depression.

My brains the epitome of oppression.

Filled with what if's and won't be's.

Happiness near impossible to seize.

Nothing to help my insanity subside.

It's abuse of a different kind.

I've been beat down and ripped apart.

I lose hope before the start.

No emotions left.

Just a constant pain in my chest.

I just wish it was later.

So I could fill this empty crater.

My hearts becoming cracked.

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