The constant rhythm of comfort
Lost in ripples
Do I even matter?
Spinning around the dread of worthlessness
Keeping my head above water
Fight for my last breath
Am I even Alive?
Circling around wounds that once comfort
Destruction becomes my best friend
Wishing for more time
What's the point to this life?
Tingling sensation losing feeling
Floating between this life and death
Death seems easier
Than this life all alone
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