A War Within
How can I breathe when I’m trying to stay afloat
When each gasping breath fuels my body’s disorderly conduct
Why am I alive when I don’t even have time to live it
Why are the innocent ones always hurt
How can I fly when I’m being shot down
Take off the costumes
Being myself
Bettering better?
No, worse
I hate life if all it does is sharpen its sticks
To stab me in my heart
How can I live if I feel dead
Can I soar if my wings are plucked
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