Bargaining
Every breath makes my eyes bleary,
Every moment is a duty.
I find myself so drained and weary
For the smallest hope of beauty.
But the clock’s hands try to choke me,
I can feel them drag me under
Frozen oceans of misery;
Is it really any wonder
Why I stop and let it happen?
Not when I’m running out of time
In the mazes that I’m trapped in
Deep within my selfish mind
Where all my hatred and disdain
Is organized and collected
And my own boundaries and pain
Become lost or disrespected
Until it hurts to be alive,
Until existing is a chore.
There must be something more than this.
There must be something more.
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