What Kills Me

These words are often left unspoken

Often left in the abyss of the unknown

Coming from souls that have been broken

Souls that are constantly feeling alone


Simple rhymes are enough

To kick in the adrenaline

And writing it like this is tough

But it’s my daily regimen


Staring at the blank sheet of paper

My life becomes easier to explain

Automatically, I start to feel safer

Playing on everyone else's disdain



It’s easier to be completely free

When I’m writing what kills me




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