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I see shadows on the horizon,
I hear whispers in the night,
mostly I still laugh through my misery,
my fate gets closer and closer with every word spoken,
I feel myself slipping little by little,
as I crawl in shame, no-one asks why I feel I need to cover up my smiles,
I don't know why I tend to dwell on my broken dreams,
why the tears never hit my cheek, why everyone wants to judge me,
why making cuts on the outside helps heal the wounds on the inside,
and poetry sets me free,
art is where my heart remains,
I have yet to forgive myself for the hurt others have caused,
why I don't feel love, or sadness is beyond me, why for me, there is no happy medium,
everyday, I wake up bleeding,
I put my hand to my chest and wish it would stop beating,
I take in a sigh of relief and challenge, faced with a new day, with only myself as my company,
I was, am and forever will be alone,
my dark side seems to slaughter the happy feelings that come and go before they even reach me,
I sit and watch the sunset, analyzing every inch of that day, every minute, every second, every feeling,
in the mornings after i clean myself up, I step outside, lay in my grass, trying to get a tranquile moment in before the day begins, before anyone can disturb me, I sit and take in a few deep breaths,
I see peers in the halls, whispering as walk past,
I can hear people yelling out insults from afar, flipping them off as I walk past,
I know my mind keeps telling me to be strong, don't let who you don't care about bother you,
I come home, lay on my bed and soak in everything they said,
i drift off to sleep with 'forever haunted more than afraid' the last thing I hear before I say goodnight.

Description
I see shadows on the horizon,
I hear whispers in the night,
mostly I still laugh through my misery,
my fate gets closer and closer with every word spoken,
I feel myself slipping little by little,
as I crawl in shame, no-one asks why I feel I need to cover up my smiles,
I don't know why I tend to dwell on my broken dreams,
why the tears never hit my cheek, why everyone wants to judge me,
why making cuts on the outside helps heal the wounds on the inside,
and poetry sets me free,
art is where my heart remains,
I have yet to forgive myself for the hurt others have caused,
why I don't feel love, or sadness is beyond me, why for me, there is no happy medium,
everyday, I wake up bleeding,
I put my hand to my chest and wish it would stop beating,
I take in a sigh of relief and challenge, faced with a new day, with only myself as my company,
I was, am and forever will be alone,
my dark side seems to slaughter the happy feelings that come and go before they even reach me,
I sit and watch the sunset, analyzing every inch of that day, every minute, every second, every feeling,
in the mornings after i clean myself up, I step outside, lay in my grass, trying to get a tranquile moment in before the day begins, before anyone can disturb me, I sit and take in a few deep breaths,
I see peers in the halls, whispering as walk past,
I can hear people yelling out insults from afar, flipping them off as I walk past,
I know my mind keeps telling me to be strong, don't let who you don't care about bother you,
I come home, lay on my bed and soak in everything they said,
i drift off to sleep with 'forever haunted more than afraid' the last thing I hear before I say goodnight.