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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