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Its getting warmer outside but my

ice cold strength

still freezes me at night.

I wanted this, being

alone smoking

alone having to

work for my goals but

lately I am lost and weak in them.

I cry,

when no ones looking,

I can't concentrate for too long

on anything,

the knowledge that I'm a failure comes

sinking on in.

Slinking on in.

I'm strong but it sucks on my

marrow

My voice is trapped in my head

no one to hear it

No one to listen.



I call him but its like catching a ball

with no mitten,

it hurts and we drop it,

it doesn't work it makes it worse

I am a sole tree in the wind.

And goddamn this shit is blowing.

Fall over, love, fall over.



Tomorrow I regret already.

I greet nothing.  I am weak in my new city,

without green, without feeling.

Not even an ice queen like I one was,

just a servant particularly ugly

no one hates me,

no one loves me.

I know my voice is meant for audiences of

thousands but lately

I want to give up, I know when I choose my life

I will want to change it.

My words can't sway; I can't do math;

can't give it away; can't die

can't die

I regret that I can't die

sometimes

I trust myself but I can't succeed

all the way

why?