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My Life
The art of being silent,
I've mastered it quite well.
Holding thoughts so deep inside.
I have created a world of hell.
I can’t tell what’s right from and wrong,
I’ve been captured in this mind so long.
Cast away from most my friends,
Often thought my life should end.
I sit alone, and cry alone,
It doesn’t matter, no ones ever home.
Popped blooded vessels in my wrist.
Where my faithful rubber bands did kiss.
Some call me screwed up, some call me a poser.
And if you've known me, then the view of life is closer.
I'm not perfect, nor am I sane,
My mind is something even doctors cant explain.
I skip through time,
Without reason or rhyme.
One of these days,
maybe life won’t be such a haze...
