i lay in my bed trying to calm my nerves
the hate and evil stay as preserves
the energy is strong
though it never stays for long
feeling pressure added upon you
making your day turn to blue
you try to tell yourself its all in your head
becoming petrafide un able to leave your bed
waiting there for a rescue
hoping someone remembers you
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