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Between the Air

I don't know what to write,
I don't know what to say,
All I know is how to put my heart on display,
So many thoughts, and emotions running through my head,
I feel so apathetic, and depressed.

I'm trapped in the place between the air,
It's hard to breath here,
Every breath is like knives in my little lungs,
I'm not really here or fully there.
I just want someone to help me out of this sea of despair,
And show me the joy of forgetting, and the joy of acceptance
I don't want to feel so alone anymore

It's Saturday as usual and Jenny's in her room getting ready for work,
Me I'm in the dark crying out my eyes,
I just don't get it,
Every time I get close to the truth it's not really there,
So I trade tears, and blood in an attempt to tip the scales.

I look in the mirror the face staring back isn't a ghost,
It's me
I finally get over this fever that's been burning me for years,
I realize the meaning of life isn't to suffer in despair,
It's a collection of your experiences, of laughs, and tears.
Written by Crona (No lies. Just love)
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