Strung Out

Strung out and unravelled for you all to see
I was pushed to the limit and I just gave in
I’d have killed myself a long time ago
if I had anything to die for

Call it cynicism but I am sure you’d agree
if you decorate your mind with certain incidents
Nothing I say will make you change who you are
yet you just as easily changed me

A Living Hell is much more reviled simply
because we pass through it every day
It becomes a second home, a place of retreat
just leave quietly and I’ll see you next week

Our bond was meant to be strong yet it was fallible
like broken glass, we hurt ourselves more as we progressed
Drifting into a separate universe I can be dispensed
she’s the last person I ever want to see
though she’s the only person I want to talk to

The End

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