Chronic NegativeMature

Each tiny burst of happiness

has most violent repercussions

Each positive thought

sends a negative charge through my body

Every second of inhalation

means another realizing

Air cannot fill the emptiness

or my unfortunate awareness

Every short, blunt stroke

fills me with more doubt

If I am incapable of getting my feelings out

What am I capable of?

Every step is met with pain

a reminder of the voluntary struggle

And each shiver when I'm alone

a testament to the haunting thoughts

The End

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