Self Destruct
I Talk and talk but nobody hears
Scream and shout, tell of my fears
Display the scars that can't be seen
Lose myself when I am mean
Spill the pain with every word
Beg and plead to be heard
See the world that can't see me
Lose the fight to be free
Slip and fall, fail to find balance
Loathe myself, deny my talents
Think of life as a brutal fight
Self destruct every night
Pray my mind forgets to think
Drown it out with another drink
Befriend my rage and my hate
Mould them into an iron gate
Have high hopes for my next name
Hide behind my bitter blame.
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