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The quicksand of sorrow getting deeper,

The further I breath in,

I release the crimson and exhale a feeling of brief sanity

Drink in the scent of the alcohol before I take a taste

Pure and mellow

One sip, it goes down, further and faster

Breathing gets heavier

Heart races, mind spaces

Losing my sanity

Dulling any sense of feeling or emotion

World spinning and turning

Mind churning and burning

Deeper in, painfully out. Another breath followed by another

I stop myself from speaking. Hoping it will all stop the pain.

The questions, the abuse, it still however continues - slowly, but surely

I close my eyes, focus on drowning out the memories that remain

But no matter how hard I try, they won't go away.

As the people I wish would dissapear always stay

Stop looking at me

Stop talking to me  

I won't respond, I will not answer

I am not here

It is just your imagination

I am just a hallucination