What have I become?

A numb slight mass of hate,

Anger, fear, dismay

And I can't give that to you.

I would give you all

But you would never stay

And I can't do that to you

My life is just a grey.

To feel I have to let it go

Rip through the safe, dead grey.

But to do that would be suicide

And my time for death just ain't today.

And so alone I stumble on

Through days of pain and fear.

They wait for me to take charge

All those that believe they're near.

Like a jar, the lid tight on

I hold my feelings in.

And when that jar is open

My head's so full of torture

That I can't think a thing.

So don't say I'm not trying

Don't say I do not care.

It's just too hard this living

But I'm trying every day.

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