Tortured Soul

the demons of doom control my thinking

I’m stuck in black sand steadily sinking

a sickness of the mind, powerless I lay here

the waves of emotion is what I most fear

in a flash filled with rage, can knock you off your feet

and yet at my highest, so kind and so sweet

you want me, you got me, I’m your addiction like cigarettes 

you turn me into this heartless monster, filled with regrets

I love you, I hate you, I can’t make up my mind

relationships are intense, short, and so hard to find

violent mind with restless depression

alone, scared and miserable in this condition

I don’t understand these thoughts I cannot share

crushed in my own personal hell with no room to spare

extreme ups and downs, can’t I just exist?

the easy way out is what I must resist

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