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I'm so tired of it all.
I'm ready just to let it slide
Away. From me and from everything.
It should go, watch me slip
And fall. For the last time
I will say good-bye to what
Matters. Because in the end,
You always wish you were
Different. Perhaps normal like
Everyone is supposed to be and you're
Not. The numb feeling that courses
Through your body because you are unable
To feel. Properly.
Cold, unable to find warmth because it left you.
High and Dry, like everything else does.
Purpose? I think not, always non-existant.
Scars line every visible inch,
So lovely. The only pretty thing present.
It's over.
I'm ready just to let it slide
Away. From me and from everything.
It should go, watch me slip
And fall. For the last time
I will say good-bye to what
Matters. Because in the end,
You always wish you were
Different. Perhaps normal like
Everyone is supposed to be and you're
Not. The numb feeling that courses
Through your body because you are unable
To feel. Properly.
Cold, unable to find warmth because it left you.
High and Dry, like everything else does.
Purpose? I think not, always non-existant.
Scars line every visible inch,
So lovely. The only pretty thing present.
It's over.