No titles. Just late night thoughts. Haven't written in years. So comments would be appreciated lots.

Deep within me there is a pit of sorrow

Dug for many years

I feel so hollow

On the outside you cannot see

Sometimes I feel it easier for me

To just quit

Constantly crippled by my fear

I am not here

I am not here.

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Living in anxiety of my next move

Whether it be righteous

Or if it may be crude

It scares the shit out of me

To think what I could be

For I don't fully know

What awaits in the depths below

Fearful of the things I cannot see.

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I lack the drive to be

Others say that I cannot see

My own possibility

For what they see in me I do not know

This part of me I must have let go

During my struggle to survive I suppose.

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Hiding from these feelings inside

Which for so long I tried to deny

But they are part me

I've made them up you see

Trapping myself

In my own secluded reality.

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I don't know what is real

I don't know what to feel

About myself

Best left on the shelf

Or so my father says

To lock it all within our own heads

But to know what's real you must question

So that you're relieved of all the tension

I want to know how I came to be

The man who you cannot see.

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