Internal Bleeding

Seems like everyone's hearts reside right next to bitterness.     

People are so cruel.        

What ever happened to sticking to the golden rule?

Negativity, I don't need that.              

Because life's too short.       

I only want to neighbor myself with those who,

Inspire me.                   

Or at least inquire similar desires.

Because it's more to life than continuously making enemies. 

So I get out some paper and a pen,

Maybe scribble down a few similes.

Because this writing thing is all I can rely on.

I've been me for so long and still don't know who I am.   

The voices inside my head happen to be my only friends.

I'm internally bleeding.

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