A Shell of Self

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A shell of myself

I embrace the good
Happiness flows within me,
Pouring out
Ruining me.

I snap.
Others are too much.
From euthanasia to rage,
Then back.

The glee leaks out
Leaving an empty shell.
These are my remains,
Sad and bitter.

Hatred for others
Now turned to me.
Former arrogance is now loathing,
Thanks for Life is now hope for Death.

I screw it up inside.
My body scared with secrets.
I lie there, waiting
And it begins again…

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Dark

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I know your there, I can feel you.
Go away! Not today! I’ve got things to do!
I’ll know in a second, what way you’ll go,
tipping the balance
Between high or low.

I can’t explain you, they don’t know,
Why I’m flying around the room
or ignoring the status quo.

I don’t know where you came from,
Or when you even arrived,
Because, instead of learning how to live,
I’m struggling to survive.

Ahh, it’s you, I know this routine
I’m talking faster and slightly over keen.

You’re not as bad as your alter ego,
He’s dark and mean and vacant…

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Intuition

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Intuition
I see the physical world, but I look deeper.
I hear words spoken, but I listen deeper.
I feel the impact of actions,
but I sense deeper.
I know many things about life, but I discern deeper.
I am an observer of life, noticing patterns, choices, and paths.
I am a participant of life, living in the heart of the moment.
I am a discerner of life, perceiving the underlying love empowering all moments.
I look for love, allowing it to guide my way.

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Tossing and Turning

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Tossing and Turning
Tossing and turning
Unable to sleep.
While others happily live their lives
All I seem to do is weep.
Nobody understands;
Nobody can see
The person I am
Is not really me.
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew
The weird thoughts inside my head
Imagining the world if I was dead.

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What Needs To Be Done

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What Needs to Be Done
There is so much
That needs to be done.
More than just a little,
But less than a lot.
Just a few things
That I need to stop.
I need to stop
Comparing myself to others.
I have to stop
Wishing I was someone else.
I must stop
Putting others ahead of me.
I wish I could stop
Beating myself down.

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