This isn't me

This place is spinning,

I can't breathe.

You have a girl in your grasp.

But it's not me.

This heart is aching,

This brain can't think.

I want to run away. I've been pushed to the brink.

A girl is staring, remebering what had happened,

I want to slap her, or destroy what used to be me.

This soul is hidden, in the depths of this shell.

Nothing is real, nothing fits. I belong in hell.

I walk away, a secret place.

As I pass the memories I pick up the pace.

Drown them out with the pain,

Drown it out, again and again.

This place is spinning.

I can't breathe.

This isn't what it used to be.

This isn't me.

 

The End

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