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Can you believe?

Sick masochistic words

Running round

Round my head

Screaming in the night

Torturing me to death

Too late to know

The death this brings

The pain she holds

Forever rings

Make it stop

The memories they taunt

Her very essence

Making me wish for sweet death

The thought of you

Being with her

Suffering suffocates me

Misery loves me

Sadness sucks the life out of me

And I try to take control

As I see you there with her

I see the horrid images

The thoughts send me reeling

The anxiety sends me drowning

And I am falling

There is no escaping it now

Anxious anxiety has me

I feel the sickness taking me

I’m going under

There’s no resurfacing.

Don’t help me this time

I’ll save myself

I see you there with her

And I fall back into my grave

Safe and dying

Slowly I feel the cold taking me

And pretty soon the lullaby

Starts to play

I’m dying again…