24hours it's been,
but weeks it seems.
Never ending bad dreams,
like slicing my own limbs.
Ever-lasting pain,
ever pouring rain.
It all drives me so insane,
feels like hanging myself off a crane.
Tears falling down my cheek,
flowing like a pipe just leaked.
Warmth I continue to seek,
up a vertical mountain peak.
Smiling I wish to be,
but darkness I never fail to see,
I want to be free,
the lock is there, but there's no key.
My heart feels so sore,
its battle will never reach a draw.
Searching for all my flaws,
now I realized they are all.
Walking towards the gates of hell,
pools of tears remain as I fell.
I have no more stories to tell,
I don't know when I would seriously get well...
Written & Created by J.C.T.H
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