Category : Poems
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Here it comes, the final blow.
I guess it's time to just let go.
I've fought and I've struggled
For all my life, yet still been dealt
With continued strife.
I've become silent, buried within.
I mask my face and hide in my skin.
I miss the notion that I can feel,
Everything is numb and nothing seems real.
A vicious cycle that only grows worse,
It needs to break before I end up in a hearse.
Stakes are high and penance will be paid,
Look to the sky, I'm so afraid.
Reaching inside to find that strength,
To break the cycle at any length.
Will I lose all that I know?
We shall see, here comes the final blow.