A waking nightmare where,

The wear and tear,

Of my past where,

I couldn’t care to care,

Makes a present with no care.

Birthdays missed here and there,

no thought on how my family fare,

Because I’m not aware.

My minds nowhere,

And it’s not fair,

Because no-one’s there to care.

Choking on the foul air,

Locked in a thousand yard stare,

Losing year after year,

This wave of darkness and fear,

Envelops with a quiet crash.

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