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Reality blurs so well;

Sometimes I’m not sure

If this is start of

Something new

Or just another episode

Of this recurring nightmare.



So I begin the year

With the letting go of

What held me down,

But misery sure is

Comforting and it’s

Hard to break free.

I’m stuck in a mental rut

Where all my thoughts

Seem like re-runs.



I’m afraid of my own shadow

Because I share my bed

With insecurity

And it’s so hard to find peace

With the demons

That haunt me.



But I feel like a

Ticking time-bomb,

Exploding for no reason

And counting down

The seconds until

My own self-destruction.



But in the end

We all break the same:

From the inside out,

An implosion of self

Where sanity collapses

On the ground.