My body hollow and vacant,
My heart a scene of guilt and disdain for my own foolish self,
Finding it hard to swallow the growing lump in my throat,
Trying to stand up right without falling to the ground and letting it all fall out.
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My soul a numb erratic mess,
feeling fragile and glumb,
My legs lost without any sense of direction,
My eyes glassy and teary.
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Losing my grip on my sanity,
My face a mess of tears,
Grief swallowing me whole,
Everyday dragging along like an infinite cycle of heartache and regret.
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My fingers freezing into ice,
My face a mask of deception,
Hair like stringy straw,
Hiding one too many flaws.
(Original version, initial title: numb)
I feel hollow,
My heart filling with guilt,
I'm finding it hard to swallow,
My whole body on a tilt.
My soul numb,
My face glumb,
My legs lost,
My eyes glossed.
My mind losing control,
Tears running down my face,
Grief swallowing me whole,
Everyday at a slow slow pace.
My fingers as cold as ice,
My face like a blank dice,
My hair like straw,
One too many flaws.
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