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My mind is ethically worthless
Filled with mindless torment
a clutter filled brain
no time to release the pain
I grab my gun and try to hurry
Nothing works for me
not even myself
I’m told by them
to stay on the shelf
I drop my gun and begin to climb
Alone I wait
hopeless I cry
as all of my hope begins to die
For I am hear
with myself and my mind
killing ourselves just to pass the time
Filled with mindless torment
a clutter filled brain
no time to release the pain
I grab my gun and try to hurry
Nothing works for me
not even myself
I’m told by them
to stay on the shelf
I drop my gun and begin to climb
Alone I wait
hopeless I cry
as all of my hope begins to die
For I am hear
with myself and my mind
killing ourselves just to pass the time
Published 19th Oct 2015
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