my fight
Paper burns,
Ink fades.
In my arm, my call stays
Eternal reminder of how
You ignored my plea.
I’m here alone
Against myself
Helpless, don’t even know when I come in
To save me.
I’m fighting to kill.
Reality twists,
Fiction or fact?
Can’t tell which one
Mind can’t determine.
Exhausted from effort- no more trying.
Static TV
Got the big picture
Missing the feeling.
Grey takes over,
Washes color away,
The lonely dark blue
After the high of white
...Goodnight
Ink fades.
In my arm, my call stays
Eternal reminder of how
You ignored my plea.
I’m here alone
Against myself
Helpless, don’t even know when I come in
To save me.
I’m fighting to kill.
Reality twists,
Fiction or fact?
Can’t tell which one
Mind can’t determine.
Exhausted from effort- no more trying.
Static TV
Got the big picture
Missing the feeling.
Grey takes over,
Washes color away,
The lonely dark blue
After the high of white
...Goodnight
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