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Laying here helpless, ridden with fatigue,

Living a forsaken life that doesn’t belong to me,

Walking in someone else’s shoes, breathing someone else’s air,

Wanting to get away from the stench,

I’m tired of this fukking game so I’m sitting this one out on

The bench,

Tired of this life, fukk the strife,

How about cutting my veins vertically with this knife?

Kill myself subconsciously and be reborn in flesh.

New life in my skin, breathing with my own breath,

Sweet, calm and serene,

I was once demeaned.

Never forgetting where I’ve been but always looking forward to the

Upcoming changes,

Emotions that have come and gone in various ranges,

Subsconsciously…..

I killed the old me.

A stranger to myself I came,

Gone was my passion, burned out was my flame.

Lost was my zest for life, absent was my motivation.

A darker being took hold of my spirit with sadistic infiltration.

Slowly I’m becoming….. Flourishing in my own right,

I killed myself proudly in a subconscious fight.

Pieces of me are shedding and I become complete.

Waiting for that moment that I and I meet.

Finding comfort in this woman that will emerge,

Finding peace with me as I spiritually splurge,

Celebrating quietly in meditation my subconscious death,

As my new life begins and I take those 1st steps.