I've been drowning in doubt,
driven mad by the events around me,
and swallowed by a tide of guilt.
As hard as I try
words cannot replace the feeling.
like the tip of dagger is sunken in
the rest waiting for the perfect moment,
the perfect place.
the perfect kill.
Only problem is that
I don't know who holds the dagger.
I don't know who applies the pressure.
I don't know who is killing me.
Driven mad by the world around me,
I'm swallowed by a tide of guilt.
A wave of anguish.
A sense of fear.
A feeling of hopelessness.
And I have no true words to express to everyone
what could possibly be going through my mind
without risking losing them forever..
torn, without a shoulder to lean on
I lay here as the
Death....ofbeauty.
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