I Can’t Do This Anymore

The tears I cry become the volley.
Yet, I am the worm drowning on the ground,
Trying to escape.

Do you feel
The throbbing of my eyelids?
Heavily pounding and everlastingly relentless,
Screaming for help?

Dark shadows
That hide behind my smile
Whisper how they'll never leave
Until I die

And I will
That sweet release of death
Will come, and I want my father to sing
At my funeral

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