It’s tough…I’m weak.
It’s bright…I’m bleak.
Weigh the chances…
Odds will be
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My mood swings fairly high
Then hangs unbearably low
Each time, leaving me to feel like a wilting rose
That is at first so red and gay;
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Where have I stood in this profound equation?
Was I less than, equal to?
Were the statements I made, proven true?
Have I been subtracted or replaced?
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Sleep, sleep
More rest for the soul
A prescription drug
To keep the mind whole
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I'm
anomie among the civilized,
frozen amid suns.
through me
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The muddy water
makes it unbearable to breathe,
but the sobs
clear my lungs.
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My world is slowly disintegrating -
All the friends, joy and meaning -
Fleeting, like autumn leaves from a tree
Saying little farewells to me.
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Move these legs
And attach these arms to strings
Pull them
Make them hold onto life's important things
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Every dream dies
When your eyes
Are forced
To open
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