He's lost, confused
Has no-one to call, no-one to care.
He's searching, praying
For things he does not believe in.
He's breathing, in and out
Trying to control the angst.
He listens to voices, whispering
'You're no good, you deserve nothing'
Ripped apart and torn inside, yet...
He's living, surviving
Day by day.
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Dark and touching...to look for something to believe in, even when u don't, that's the last step to try to linger on to something, to life.
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Awesome,as usual!
Was inspired by that really dark time I had a while back. Now that I can look back at it objectively and analyse what was going on in my mind>>> this is what i came up with but I chose to use a male since a lot of my subjects are female
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