what a mess
somewhere i lost the fight
my heart is fast asleep
dreaming it could bleed
wishing for something real
with my desperate appeal
i’m getting tired of the way i feel
every time i think death
when i would rather be alive
i need to be revived
bring me back to life
i need replace the pain in my veins and
bring myself back from the dead
screaming out for help
save me from myself
Poetry
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