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it's hard to think sometimes.

to be so wrapped in a fragment 

of a moment where you won't ever escape.

to be stuck in this mind

that doesn't want to find what it is

that could make it whole.

without my consent,

my mind shut me out.

stuck in the spinal cord

and gasping for each breath.

the stench of betrayal mocks me

and chokes me up

despite my attempts to reconcile.

to really forgive is almost out of the question.

i play with words like honesty and love.

manipulate and replicate emotion and devestation. 

but my mind is gone.

i may truly mean it this time.

adulthood presses with it's mundane sweep.

slithering into a daily routine without batting an eye.

wake up.

drink coffee.

but don't forget to take your medication,

even before the coffee.

nobody wants you moody.

wake up, medication, coffee.

drink until you can no longer sit and must start your day.

i am terrified to live,

for to live means to die.

i don't wan't to feel the pain of either.

i don't want life to kill me.

not sure how much longer i can live in this fear.