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Pills of Hope
Substance Mended
My Mind is broken, shattered, and bended.
A feeling of hope, but always being lost.
To give up feeling, seems to be the cost.
Not to feel, no problems.
A life of hate
Your mind in the middle.
Sanity or break.
To lie alone,
No warmth within.
A mind of purity,
A heart of sin.
A dream within a dream,
The angel from your nightmare
No wall to hide behind,
Naked, feel so bare.
Tell me what I want to hear.
Lie to make me feel the fear.
Tell me I could be your heart.
What we created, you smashed apart.
Another day,
Another lie.
To feel the pain, feel so high.
To belong and to feel
My nightmares come real.
To feel pain, rather then love instead.
Again I realize,
It’s all in my head.

by Angi Guzzo