Awake, are you really alive though?

by Miranda HEARTCORE   Oct 13, 2008


Alive, I sleep at night, dreaming of death.
Wired, with energy drinks, but alone, I'm dead inside, and tired.
Aching bones, and joints, and headaches, that aren't real.
Killing myself, slowly, I don't know what's gonna be left.
Ecstasy runs through my veins, I'm dying.

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