Thoughts are like poison that eat at your brain,
Corrosive and dangerous and make you insane.
Hope is a lie, that keeps you on the edge,
It stops you from falling or jumping off the ledge.
The voices spew doubt and squash your faith,
Brewing the anger and creating the hate.
Calming the fear is becoming a chore,
So frozen and alone, I don’t care anymore.
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