Friday, June 3, 2011

Lonely Let Down Inside-Out

I feel like I'm dying
More and more
Every second I'm "alive".
Maybe the vitals on my EKG are just a lie
Sure, I'll walk ten steps,
But with every breath I'd rather die.

Let me go,
Release me from this life.
Maybe I'm alive
But from within I'd rather die.
Its murder from the inside.

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