once i again i am writing...off of the top of my head
Sitting down with my head down in my guilt stained hands
feeling nothing except the sting of my thoughts running through my mind
why do i do these things that torment me?
a promise broken, real emotions emerging on the surface
looking up he sees it in his own eyes
he has lost himself within
a fixed stare at his blank glare
it's hard to get away from your own being
i wish i could blame this on schizophrenia
but there are no multiple personalities to take credit for these mistakes
And i lost it again...i got tired..and started reading something..
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