Fighting my own battle inside my head
My barely beating heart
The physical manifestation of dread
It lives in my chest, wakes up when I lay in bed
As I grasp at what's already gone
Premeditated murder of the mind
Break the cycle of the poisoned psyche
Scared of the night because of what controls me
The ultimate con job, the body tricks the soul
As I try to rest in a place that I can't be consoled
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The Formative Years: A Collection
PoetryThe formative years of a man's life are sewn by outside forces: friends, enemies, romances, heartbreaks, and the experiences he reaps from these years. What formed you?
