I just want to sleep through all this sadness
Before it brings me into madness.
If I do not keep busy it will tear me apart,
So I focus on my writing and my love of art.
I long for the razor sharp blade of the sword,
But silently I keep moving forward.
Insecurities created seem to last,
Because present ignorance leaks from my past.
Choices that I thought made me strong,
Now turn out to be the choices I made wrong.
But if I try to put all this aside with all my might,
Could our future possibly still be bright?
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