Restless eyes in the most sullen backdrop,
A fragile soul amidst a world of gloom.
A consuming disease I cannot stop,
Yet I am just sitting in my own room.
These calling voices I keep on hearing,
The face of sins against a heart so dead,
A silent scream, my desperate crying!
Yet I am just lying in my own bed.
These deterring, self-inflicted bleedings,
This pain that I received from nobody.
To loneliness, dwell, and to sorrow, sing,
Yet I am just here in my own body.
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