October
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I can see through my tired eyes, my sickness controls me
Will I ever be free from this place?
I can try to get away, but I always fail - my demons are a part of me
and they won't let me go, they won't shut up.
I try so hard to quiet the noise inside my head, to be free from these demons and get away from this place where I don't want to be.
But where do I go?
Is there even a place in this world where I should be, where I belong?
Sometimes I think: "what in death can possibly be worse than this?"
Still I don't want to die.
I want to believe that one day they will go away - that one day it will all be OK,
otherwise I wouldn't be here to begin with.
But I can't seem to find any reason to believe that, at least no reason that I can hold on to.
Everything is slipping away and I'm losing grip of everything I try to hold on to.
All is lie. But it's all I have.
Will I ever be free from this place?
I can try to get away, but I always fail - my demons are a part of me
and they won't let me go, they won't shut up.
I try so hard to quiet the noise inside my head, to be free from these demons and get away from this place where I don't want to be.
But where do I go?
Is there even a place in this world where I should be, where I belong?
Sometimes I think: "what in death can possibly be worse than this?"
Still I don't want to die.
I want to believe that one day they will go away - that one day it will all be OK,
otherwise I wouldn't be here to begin with.
But I can't seem to find any reason to believe that, at least no reason that I can hold on to.
Everything is slipping away and I'm losing grip of everything I try to hold on to.
All is lie. But it's all I have.
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