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Thoughts run through my mind

Of non-existence,

If I was never here

Would it make any difference?



Not dead,

Nor never born.

Just never here,

Would this space itself be torn?



Frustrations I have with myself

I cannot resist.

I just hide them in my mind,

And ball up my fist.



These thoughts I suppress

In the back of my mind.

No one knows

The thoughts of this kind.



My mind is in focus,

My blood is running faster,

My eyes grow wide,

As the battle raging inside becomes a disaster.



Suddenly I take control,

Of the breakdown inside of me.

I see these feelings inside

And try to set them free.



Suppressing these thoughts

Would drive a normal man insane,

But you see, I’m not insane

My mind is strengthened by the pain.