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Define Me

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By Heather NorrisPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Am I a person? Or a noun?

An object or a thing?

Like the puppet, I'm spun around

New day, new scene

You told me you loved me,

You made me believe it.

But In the end, it was always you,

Who was more important.

From one controlling lie

And straight to another

Who could ever survive?

Who could ever recover?

The hurt that I've been through,

You caused my misery,

I put the blame onto you.

but you blame it on me.

But what good can blame do

For finding it can't fix the problem

It is a person who needs to embrace the truth

It's a soul that needs resolving

I try to fight it

The darkness consumes me,

Yet everytime I close my eyelids

I slip into to a pit of silence slowly.

I feel trapped in my grave

A hole dug for me, not by me

A prisoner going insane

Showing all for no one to see

I scream and shout, on deaf ears it falls

I scratch with my might against the lid of my coffin

I try to get out, my heart pounding like my fists on these walls

An endless fight, I fear to admit, I'll never win

If everyone is what I'm up against

Who do I begin to ask for help

My life can never truly begin

I'm stuck in an endless hell

heartbreak
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