I beat myself up thinking about the past. What could've been and what I should've done. It's just hard when your favorite memories were all just lies. I wake from the dreams of you with a heavy heart. You are a poison I can't suck out of the bite. So I just beat my head with my fist, hoping to knock you from my mind. Id rather be brain dead. I pound my head against the wall. Blood and sweat pour down my face. This is my failure.
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