Stuck between a bed of thorns and a bed of thorns.

Now that I’m a fucked up mess

Where do I begin to start

My mind is in shambles

And I can’t feel my heart

I’ll just sit here and write

Wait for something to happen

While the world moves along

Uneventful now defines me

Whose dreams were they anyway

Was even one single mine

I believe stolen by my mind

And only stolen in time

Is this all I know how to do

Is write depressing poems

My soul is so lost

It waits for my arrival

No one else caused this pain

It was only done by me

I don’t blame a single person

For any of my misery

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