Again I sit in the comfortable pain filled darkness I have created for
myself,

With silence and pride resting their heads on my shoulder,
I am bound and shackled to my own prison of self hate minus the self pity I
despise in other tortured souls I have come across and have witnessed,

The insight to my own life is growing dim I'm losing the battle against
myself and can only ask not why but how?

How can I lose me? and its an easily answered question, I cant I wont ever
win or lose because its a battle not rightfully fought,

Its a confusing shell with no seems, so I can only exist and wait in my
protected pain because it is
mine and only mine,

So I will soak until cleansed with the helping hand that fills my dried
callus heart with the love I can only wish and desire for

..........God help me through this because I can not

 
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