The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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I need to be saved from myself
I'm in crises need of help
Detrimental obsession with urges
Consuming my brain it's too altered
I need a path someone force me upon
I hate the one I was given to roll on
My eyes are bloody, my skin torn to shreds
My heart is empty with colourless demands
Demand my attention but I'm taken hostage by my mind
It's feeding me with lies
This feeling is corrupted
It's cutting at my life
Causing mass destruction of the time
I need to be saved before I fall of the ride
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