It only becomes a constant remembrance that your life becomes an imprisonment;
Living yet dying each second but wasn't put in our eyes to envision it.
Sight becomes dull and weary as if the world crumbles the faith that keeps us strong;
Not knowing if today was the last day to ever break that bond. Losing your freedom without the urge to be noticed or seen;
Invisible to society with the constant stress that everyone is staring at me.
Watching the ways of a broken heart never to be replenished;
Can life, death or love be the only way to make this pain finish.
Never enough to hold deep inside as it burns while you progress to fail and fall;
Or just the unwilling remedy of life that becomes nothing at all.
Every minute shows that it’s all over and happiness can be something;
Or could’ve known better to see the blood we breathe means nothing.
The adrenaline rushing that poisons the water that flows through;
How could life be the one that became of you?
Waking up to the destruction of the old me gone and the new one I’ll never know yet;
Praying god takes me down a path that never leaves me to wonder what depression will do next.
Each day becomes a routine of the same memory we have seen;
Or an illusion to your eyes once you blink as if life can only be a dream.
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