this depression weighs heavier then a blood soaked cloak from Jesus
write traumatic violence wrong direction my life creates perfect thesis
feel life slipping away gasping for a freedom drowning within my guilt
invisible dark addiction and violence that my chosen path lonely built
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life has drained my energy no more motivation to be hyper-masculine
behind broken compassion no empathy pain shoved into my abdomen
"baby its cold outside" on these "summer nights" life forced aggression
hidden problems blamed on war but longer behavior of self destruction
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no more room available for jackets my closet is overrun by skeletons
no more love on premises lost from my pain or surrounding elements
medicated moments where everyone is happy but my own conscience
deserved every bit of this pain learned that since days of adolescence
