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I struggle as my humanity is fading
my ritual spirit is lost
this caged bird sings
with a voice that is shaking

I am always watching clocks
there is somebody some where waiting
got a feeling something is wrong
there is always something some one is not saying

taking my voice back from the ventriloquist
with all the texting
my voice sounds strange
looking in the mirror
trying to shave
cut myself
need a new blade

I am not lost
I am just searching for something
calm rivals fear
but what comes next is not clear

there was cigarettes after sex
after that there was nothing
just a feeling that what I was looking for
was not there

It is always I against I
self inflicted pain is agony
I got that vacant stare
as I wait for comes next

and there is never enough time
it is oh so frustrating
need to shave
cut myself
need a new blade
as I look in the mirror I flex

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Cut Myself
Date: Monday, 17th December 2018 @ 08:06:03 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
born in frustration
I struggle as my humanity is fading
my ritual spirit is lost
this caged bird sings
with a voice that is shaking

I am always watching clocks
there is somebody some where waiting
got a feeling something is wrong
there is always something some one is not saying

taking my voice back from the ventriloquist
with all the texting
my voice sounds strange
looking in the mirror
trying to shave
cut myself
need a new blade

I am not lost
I am just searching for something
calm rivals fear
but what comes next is not clear

there was cigarettes after sex
after that there was nothing
just a feeling that what I was looking for
was not there

It is always I against I
self inflicted pain is agony
I got that vacant stare
as I wait for comes next

and there is never enough time
it is oh so frustrating
need to shave
cut myself
need a new blade
as I look in the mirror I flex



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