Poetry

I stop, cuz I drop; I lost my self again  
Pushed myself past the top
Tired I am, lost in this haze, almost being chased
Chased by my mind, a race I can not quit
To quit I'd fall to the ground
The invincible motivator would then punish me
It would make me sick, it would punish me till I learned
Why is it like this
Why can't I be alone in here?  
Who let it in?
I can't stop.  
I can't be sick.  
This is Hell.
Is it like this for all?

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I've been down for a long, long time.
I hope you've come to lift my mind.
I've needed you to help me see.             
I think you've come to say to me.

Get up now; don't be down.
Wipe your tears; don't you frown.
It's good now; don't you fear.
I am yours; I am here.

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