I'm in a deep dark place. I've got too much anger, too much hatred inside me that I'm desperately trying to push down. These chains that once held me in place, made me feel like home, are now the ones that tearing up my skin. Cutting through my flesh and leaving bloodied wounds and rust. In this darkness, I so desperately pretend to still have a shred of light in me, a beacon of hope. But in truth, it's pitch black in here. No hope. No ray of light.
And frankly, day by day, I'm seeing less and less of a reason to keep going, keep fighting. It would be much easier to give into the dark. Let it consume me. I lost my fangs. I lost my sight. I've got nothing left in me.
You know about the 'losing the fight but not the war'? Well, tough luck. I lost every single fight, and will keep losing. War? Fuck that shit. This is a bloody massacre. Cloak and dagger shit filled with betrayal and lies.
That's how it is. I got nothing left. No one's gonna save me. No one's gonna tell me it's gonna be alright. No one's gonna ask me if I'm okey.
Save me.
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