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Crawling under my skin

Hating myself

For all I lack within

Nothing is there

Not a soul.

Not a heart

So cold.

Words so bold

Hiding behind fake smiles

My bleeding heart

Is on my shirt.

Lips are quivering

Body is shivering

Cold to the bone

Feeling so alone.

Another shot

Another taste

Another statistic

Another youth wasted

Could I take the deadly poison

The weapon that kills.

The Pills.

Gives the chills.

Dying within.

What could have been.

Change me.

Change my bad ways.

Help me get through the lonely days.

Here we are.

My obsession.

The guilt that gave me in.

Could I get over this hurdle.

Get rid of my bad intentions.

Stop these self inflicted ways.

Find a love that always stays.