Losing Touch

Well here I am again once more
They found me dead and on the floor
My head is bruised, the bumps they throb
But it’s the pounding in my heart
That just won’t stop

Full-time care a few days this week
Will it be enough to beat defeat?
That sentence sounds fucked
But I don’t care at all

Poetry is bullshit
I’m not even lovesick 
What are we doing here?

Derealisation engulfs me
I just cant grasp reality

I’ve lost my fucking mind 



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