Security,
A foreign feeling
A never ending disappointment
To my pleas for help
Days go by
Like a curse
A curse to live
In a life of death
Friends?
What friends?
They know nothing
They see nothing
Indulged in my misery
I see no hope
No light in this endless darkness
No reason for living
To end this all?
In one foul motion
To jump from this life
Into the hands of death
Anticipation
I can almost taste it
I can feel it
Coursing through my body
But I disregard it
The feeling goes quickly
As my fears envelope me
And wake me from my heaven
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