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A Feeling that I can't Describe

By Sanaa · 5 November 2022

Things don’t seem to get betterMy eyes are just getting wetterMy life is in its dark weather And I’m weak as a featherMy heart has ceased beating The cuts stopped bleedingWhen will I ever stop lying?Is this what is calle


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My eyes are just getting wetter

My life is in its dark weather

And I’m weak as a feather

My heart has ceased beating

The cuts stopped bleeding

When will I ever stop lying?

Is this what is called dying?

I just keep falling deeper

My thoughts take over me like a creeper

All I can see is a black hole

The same black hole that’s in place of my soul

This is a battle I cease to fight

Cause I’m the enemy, friend, and foe

So whatever I do, wrong or right

I always end up losing more

I try to run away from this feeling

But I can’t, because I’m chained to the ceiling

No one to blame, I chained myself

So don’t stop, go save yourself

I feel the walls around me falling apart

Oh wait, I think I know this part

It’s been the same since years ago

And that is why now I’m letting go…

~Sanaa

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