I do it

Every single night
I do it
It feels good
But leaves a hole inside

Should i keep runnig away?

Everything is nothing
But madness, childsplay
Nothing makes sense
Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be

My heart pumps slowly
Painfully, lonely
Maybe it’s a fase
I hope it is…

Because i can’t do it
Not anymore
I’m full of this shit
I can’t run off anymore

That’s a nice story
But it’s not mine
The impulses are here
And i should face them

I’ll hurt myself
And also other people
Tears will be droped
Instead of staying inside…

My life is a mistake
Can it be fixed?
Thank god there is poetry
I fell much better now…

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