My feelings are in stuck,
It is now time to take drug.
If my heart still senses blood,
I will have the veins cut.
The world has become mad,
That makes me feel upset.
I try to never regret,
But always feel sad.
I am too weak to admit
That soul is never satisfied.
Feelings are denied,
Why do I pretend to kid?
Life is joy I should intake,
But everything I do makes me feel fake.
Will I ever get rid?
I do need help indeed.
Stuck
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