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If my eyes could speak
they would scream endlessly.
If I could only keep them shut long enough,
maybe I could finally get through the fires above.

It makes perfect sense to retreat,
when the one attacking me is me.
Sensing new feelings of old devastation,
while the knobs in my head keep changing the station.
Clogging my mind to get by.
Killing myself for more life.

The grass over there may be greener than here,
but we've got the pills for the pain and the fear.
And thriving on what could become,
is like vacationing on the sun.

I love to hate all that I could be
because it let's me pretend that I am not me.
Spreading throughout my disease,
the cure that no one will ever see.

Live the motions
like the waves in the ocean.
Breathing begins slowing,
but the blood will always be flowing.