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A Moment Away From No



Talking's hard so I write it down.
My chest hurts as if it's collapsing in,
Or maybe exploding out.
Have you left yet dear,
Or are you on your way?
Or do I just have the wrong day?

I've been off all week.
My depression's bleak.
How will I feel once it's all over.
Will it be over? Will it ever be done?
How will I know when the war's been won?

I miss the days when it was simply complicated.
I hate how now I had to hurt people,
But mostly myself.

Am I doing what makes me happy?
I don't know.
The same answer you give when I ask you if you love me.
That really hurt, I think you know.
But at least I know it wasn't a lie.
But "I don't know" can turn into "no".

Time passes on,
Bringing me closer to a final day, I hope.
Forgive me if I leave it all behind.
Maybe you won't be hurt,
But you said you'd at least remember me.

Everyone tells me that I've helped them somehow.
Somehow I've given them hope,
But I did nothing.
Will someone ever be that for me?
Or am I just the anomaly?
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