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Losing Your Head At 23

This is not pretend my head really does hurt. I’m having a hard time holding this nervousness in. The world can be so condescending when I am by myself. What is the point of you showing us the way? When that way has reached a numberless of dead ends. I’m the weakest when I’m without you. I can’t do what you say! I’m such a horrible liar. I can’t do it that way! Your so unforgiving when I am broken at my knee‘s. Your so over baring when I am screaming at the ceiling. Your so dishonest when I am asking for the truth. You don’t understand me even when I am at my darkest hour. I am the mess and I can’t be anyone else when your around. I lose my head when there is nothing around me holding me upright. I am the broken mess trapped in this dis-confront. I walk on my toes hoping nobody will find me in this disarray. I'm hiding from the truth and I am sorry everyday. I can't find a way to belong anywhere. Even when I am standing in the right spot. I don’t fit in. I fall away from the best and the worst of everyone. I can’t walk this straight path alone anymore. I don’t see the green grass. I can’t follow this line anymore. All I can see is this black cloud. I am not strong enough to hold this struggle inside any longer. I can’t be the perfect man. I like to fall under this pressure. I won't always live with so much struggle and built up pain. I can't live like this any longer, so let me loose. Please don't give away my painful end, but what the hell are you waiting for. I am turning 23! I maybe lost forever!

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