The Battle In Me
am a suicidal risk
a force to be reckoned with
kinda funny more i think a bout it
i evoke change in those round me
but unable to change my self
i step out of the shadows
just to run back to the dark
it hurts to know am on death
end yet no one seems to care
blood on my hand as i loss consciousness
am losing control and for some reason
i don't want to stop this transformation
am a heart less guy why cant i see this
but i care that means there some thing there
well stop caring and take your life
you complain to much lives worth the fight
these beast battle in me
can someone help me before its to late
poem by Robert Roberts
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