too many troubles take your pretty away

 

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im falling apart it feels so literal
 i can see the open hole in my chest & there thuds my bleeding heart
tears sizzle as they blend with the blood that drips to the floor
 creating pools of diluted scarlet i lack the strength to defend
so much to do i dont know how to start
where to begin this messy task
of collecting the shattered pieces of my mind
 its as though my spirit itself will depart
i claw out to grab a handhold
to keep from sinking too far into me
to get out of this inky pit of despair
i try to swallow myself up whole
 breathing is too much of a pain to bear
the breath in my lungs has turned to glass
blood trickles from my lips like poison
 i wish to simply disappear
i feel like im being compressed
stretched to my limits and even farther then
giving up my very being; ive sold my soul to this mess
im living just for living's sake
 i need something more to sustain me
i need a sense of renewed joy
because too many troubles take your pretty away