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A crystal light follows,

as this path seems shallow.



My water falls through,

my mouth turns blue.



This lump in my throat,

keeps pumping like...



I don't want to go on,

my blood drips slowly,

and my body feels sore.



I simply can't change it,

my brain can't rearrange this.



This cage crisis...

I'M NOT GOD!!!



I say,

"Don't look at me."

What the hell am I suppose to do.



I don't want to hear it,

it all makes me sick.



It's so hard to be nice now,

and I didn't forget how...



It's them taking it away,

all the lies,

and games they like to play!



I can't sit down,

or even listen to reason...



Everything makes me sick,

and it turns into hatred.



I try to talk,

I even try to listen.



Then I keel over,

and want to die..



cause it hurts so much,

to let this go by!



My stomach churns,

waiting for something else.



Then the next lie comes,

and I can't even help myself!!



So I shut this all off,

and I pray for this misery,

to just go away!



Only God can change this...

NOT ME!



I can only do my best,

and be all I can be.