Pushing me to the end of my wits
the one makes me pregnant with white anger.
Persuading me to the edge
they give me a subtle nudge.
Mental anguish of greater depth than the abyss of the sea
With no particle shining through the mysterious gloom
i try to understand
Understand the meaning of my torment
Trying to rise above the surface of this deep mire
i find myself struggle to feel what its like
What its like to be normal
As my mind races thinking of the inevitable
my heart gives a final heave
The palms of my end are upon me
With one last breath I pass away
because of the one who torments.
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