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If we control what we feel

How come we can’t eliminate pain

I don’t want to feel this way

Why won’t it go away

I’m tired of being sad

Forever mad of what is in my hands

To control

Always seething what I behold

Because I make it this way

But if I could eliminate pain

Tomorrow would be a brighter day

No longer

Will I have such weight on my heart

No longer

Will I fall apart

All I ever wanted

Was to be strong

Apart of what’s average living the norm

I hate letting my feelings control me

But that’s all I know

So without them what would I be?

How could I see?

How would I breath?

How would I be me?

The person I’ve grown to hate

The person I despise

The person that’s destroying my fate

Took away my inner strength

Left in it’s place

A decomposing shell

What is so faraway is so close

I can’t tell

Yet will always be

What I don’t eliminate

Will control me

Forecasting a shadow over life

Draining it’s power

Which is mine

If I don’t confine it

Is I who will die

Somehow dead

For what is my weakness

Is in my head

Deceiving

I give it life

Because of me it keeps breathing

Exhausting my world

Always seeking heaven

When I am my hell

I am that shell

Of what I used to be

If I escape my mind

Only then will I be free

Of what I have become

The only way in doing that

Is to

Transform back to what

I’ve undone