My Own Enemy

 As i lay here i cant stop thinking I just want to burst out and cry I cant help but think  How did i become this person Why did i become this person I guess i will never know Why? Because talking about it hurts It hurts more then thinking Maybe thats why im broken Somedays i want to talk, Other days i dont When is a good time  No one will listen No one understands this massive pain I am my own enemy 


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