Too Late Read Count : 112

Category : Poems

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Into the night I find no relief 
Even my dreams are filled with so much hate and greed ..I lay still staring at the ceiling ,waiting for morning to come ..another day trying to make it ..faking as I go along ..nobody knows me at all ..I wear a mask everywhere I go ..silenced I am by the voices in my head ..thought process is distorted.. Confusion ..I'm submerged in my own self hate ..why does it feel like I'm too  late ..to be saved ..

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  • I feel the same well it took me like so long to get over everything hate All that' stuff but some of it sticks there forever

    Mar 27, 2018

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