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Grey clouds

 

The numb thump of my heart beating against my rib cadge, 

Unknown pain of sadness always giving me rage.

Desperately grasping at the last memories that I had with you,

Tears roll down my face when I find thats an issue.

The blood in my veins is so hard to contain, 

The thoughts of death flood through to my brain.

Hard to fight past the devil inside of me, 

I promise my nan the pills do inspire me. 

Each morning I wake with a grey cloud over my head,

Facing each new day with the feeling of dread.

Fake smiles on my face and laughter from my mouth,

If only people knew what I was really thinking about.

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