I can't handle this pain

it clouds my eyes

I'm going insane

waiting for my demise


I'm seeing double vision

picking apart my skin

with great precision

a game I cannot win


A pounding headache

and wet cheeks

hating time spent awake

minutes stretch to weeks


Keep the temptations at bay

hold me as I weep

take the pain away

give me eternal sleep

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