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By Sanaa · 26 November 2022

Mind, thoughts, and feelings soreas I stood on the crimson floorwith broken glass in my heart alone, I tried not to fall apartI yearned to feel somethingjust tired of living like nothingMy life is just a big fat liefeeli


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as I stood on the crimson floor

with broken glass in my heart

alone, I tried not to fall apart

I yearned to feel something

just tired of living like nothing

My life is just a big fat lie

feeling alive only when I try to die

living in my mind without rent

I hear the monsters in my head

to kill them would be my end

so maybe I’m just better off dead

It’s a lost cause, there’s no hope

time heals, but I can’t cope

I kept thinking it was not fair

nothing can end this despair

sleepless nights and silent screams

wish it was just one of my bad dreams

As I stood on the cliff

I felt myself become stiff

at this moment, I’m all I had

and about this, I won’t feel bad

this pain was all I could feel

and this, time couldn’t heal

I felt cold and heavy

my eyes closed, I wasn’t ready

but I realized I wouldn’t dare

even though I say I don’t care

I could see the sky finally bare

as I tried to end this nightmare.

~Sanaa

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