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Your world has become a canvas
you've painted black
your friends say
they don't know you anymore
I bet you wonder
if they ever did
You bleed in accusations and questions
This war you've engaged in,
this war with yourself
has left you bankrupt and empty
When will you drop the charges?
when will you walk away?
Your tenacity is unsettling,
your punishments are retroactive
Shadows wince in the silence
of your internal war
You must wonder
what's keeping you alive
maybe it's the same thing
keeping you up at night
There is a way out
but it involves "drastic actions"
It is a blackness that envelopes
like a womb, like a blanket
and it takes all your care away
It is the end
it's in your hand
and it is the only solution
you have left.