Poem #2

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Why do I fight to survive,
When I'm just dying inside.

The lights are fading out,
Nobody to save me now,
No light,
No life,
Just cold night.

This life is bittersweet,
With the things it throws at me.

For every minute of happiness,
There's a week of weakness.

With my chest wide open,
Knives at the ready,
My smile faked,
My eyes wary.

I'm not ready.

This is the end,
The battleground is down,
My light is faded out.

My heart against itself,
My mind against everyone else,
My knees giving out,
The tears are streaming down,
There's no point in wiping then now.

I'm at my ends wits,
Half the shit I did stuck in the back of my head,
My hearts losing it's fight,
My minds forcing it's rights.

The restraints are getting tighter,
Maybe in the end,
We're all just puppets in a theater.
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