What Am I Supposed To Do
Noise.
That's all I hear,
a constant roar all around me.
Help.
That's all I want,
to pull me out of this mess.
Empty.
That's all I feel,
a deep hole that can't be filled.
Dark.
That's what overtakes me,
consuming my body from the inside out.
Anger.
That's all I can express,
lashing out for no reason.
What.
That's all I can think,
what am I supposed to do.
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