18 December, 2009

Am I the one?

Anonymous

Struggling, fighting,
but on the outside it doesn`t show.
The pain and suffering made me leave my body
most of my memory is gone.
Most of the time I”m locked inside
while I”m watching what I”m inflicting others.
I twist in anger at what I”m doing
but I can”t do anything about it.
Deep inside I am really a nice guy
but it won”t show.
So many things I want to say and explain.
But I can”t, my mind won”t let me.
I want to break free, but I can”t.
Don”t know how much longer I can live like this.
Am I becoming one of the ones who take their own lives?
I”m afraid so

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