Lost

May 18, 2021 § Leave a comment

Sometimes my beautiful mind subjects me to a meloncholy far beyond bombs and basic heartbeats.

In those agonising, tortuous moments I decide to live or jump, live or jump.

Some day I know that I will tire of this world, and the meloncholy will take me with it.

I wish I could start over with a new, untraumatised brain.

This unfathomable suffering, this mental war of attrition, has left my mind an empty shell.

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