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If I where anyone other than me

I’d be happy

Though sometimes I think

Naw, it wouldn’t change a thing

What the fuck is wrong with me

I’m tired of feeling

I’m sore, though numb

I’m cracked, not bleeding

I’m tired of feeling

Screaming without response

God, something’s wrong

I feel strong, knowing I’m weak

I feel flat-lined

A constant beep

Though the world remains thick

Sometimes I feel even denser

Nervous and pensive

Rejected and reclusive

God, I haven’t been out of this room

In weeks I will be pale

Whiter than high noon

Open wider than any wound should be

I do not desire sympathy

Apathy will do

I’m selfish, by now you know

I’m often self-diagnosed

Prescribed often too low a dose

It leaves me numb

Though I know it’s just enough

To keep me sane, it’s nearly futile

God, tell me is this all in vain

Will I ever trip the live wire again

Am I destined to flat-line until my end

If not, then when

Will I come alive or just live like I’m dead

Though I’m not here to judge

It doesn’t seem quite fair

I’m tired of feeling

Am I the only one who cares

Is it normal to be sore and numb

Cracked and bled at the same time

Though it’s not my time now

I’d be happy if it was

The end of this flat-line life

The conclusion of this strange design

I’d be happy if it was

But this isn’t life

This is the end

This is it

The end

Done

No

Beat

Start

Fight hard

Don’t give in

Now fight again

This isn’t quite over

No, not until the flat-line ends