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The pendulum swings along with the hands of the clock Hours go by, but nothing changes. Minutes tick on by, but the world remains eerily still. Monotony leads to loss of sanity. And the routine becomes a death march.

Family Blood They are no better than mud My life has been hell They just wished me well My heart has gone black It takes everything to hold my anger back My mind is intact, But my mental is cracked I wanted to kill them all I won’t allow myself to fall Why was born Birthed into this hellhole My mind is spacing I’m losing control Devil come grant me evil God help me see my purpose I’m slipping into darkness The light is blurry My brothers My mother Hate each other Best friends forever They all ban together Knives in their hip I see it all A curse and a gift Why am I still here I’m dysfunctional Missing gears I have no fears I’ve seen death many times Calling my name Whispering to my dead mental mind My tears create oceans My arms sliced with devotion The pain is too much Throw me in the black ocean My relationships are burned My pain destroyed my happiness I lacked self control Please be mad at me Cause me to bleed Make me feel what you grieve Don’t show

I am a black guillotine Born of dark blood Left too long in the bloodstream My eyes are black Darken by my grey days Don’t look for me in garden of Eden I’ve been cast down and away My soul is part light The other is grey I’m not your slave I rabid dog broke of the chain My stability is bipolar I’m dead all over My heart doesn’t grow on my shoulders It’s in the snow growing colder I don’t exist in currency times No past nor present My world is of dreams Where the lost come to grieve I don’t feel pain anymore That version of me was killed I walk with fire now My voice is silent still I don’t know my identity What does life mean to me Where everything dies Everything bleeds I don’t deserve to survive, But I’m not allowed to die I will no longer cry There’s nothing left inside Trauma memories Breaking down my breathing life 7/23/2023

My mind is cascaded with demons and blood The memories of my life wiped off the globe My life is a broken glass Broken memories that cause pain My identity is locked The key is in my hand I can’t open Pandora’s box I will surely die I have to keep myself occupied My thoughts can’t be allowed together If so, I’ll be lost forever My body is constantly in survival mode I don’t remember anything before my thirties If I try to remember My head starts hurting Ripping off the bandages Old wounds are still fresh I don’t remember my name I don’t remember anything I've said People don’t understand My diagnosis isn’t garden variety I thought about cutting again I thought about dying silently For my whole life My family has gaslighted me They hid my past They want to alter my present Everyone lied I can’t trust myself I can’t believe them I don’t need any help I don’t believe you I’ve been lied to and abused I’ve been beat up and used Just leave me alone I don’t