Being Used
So many thoughts
so hard to control
i guess wondering
has really taken it's toll
killing myself slowly
with these thoughts unsure
I've lost everything i am
no longer am i pure
i am no longer strong, i am weak
death haunts me quietly
into my thoughts he peaks
pissed off and lonely
sad and confused
i guess it all was true
when they said i was being used
poem by Paddy Jansen
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