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I Can't...

I Can’t

Stuck in a world of disbelief, because of the actions that I have set into motion,

Cloaked in a dark world of anger and hate, as opposed to the love and hate of jealousy

Not many words can describe the torment of thoughts in my disturbed mind

Like a cut across a wrist, a cut has severed my heart in half, with fatal effects

I cannot believe in the thought of you ever finding the sense to be anything less than half of what you really are

Do you even have a soul? Because I can’t comprehend why someone would want to break someone like this

But as I say those words, I know that I am lying.

I know what it’s like to intentionally hurt people, the pleasure and adrenaline it brings to you

Again, like a cut across the wrist, I could end all this pain, with this time of the physical act

I cannot grasp the thought of ending this life without my brain suffering in physical torture—

Cursed by your words and the pain that you have deliberately caused,

Makes me realize how dimwitted I was, only because of your fabricated lies

I cannot be anything now, not without collapsing in the process

Like an addict of adrenaline, I promise to leave this world as I high and mighty as I can

But I cannot, for I just can’t.