My existence is a nightmare that plays through the minds of my family,
Each morning seems like I roll the dice to see how I’m going to feel,
How I’m going to act that day
Sometimes I use weighted dice in hopes that my day will be fine,
That maybe, I’ll want to be alive,
But cheating in this game has consequences,
That's why I lay in bed each night staring at the wall,
My tears staining the pillow beneath my head,
Darkness,
The shadow in the corner of my room surrounds me,
I’m dragged by my feet,
Hanged by my wrists,
Demons dance through my dreams,
Synchronized schemes to keep me on edge,
But that can’t stop me.
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