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cold comfort
like hospital beds
morning fog
hanging over head
i clear my throat
 and start my day
try and keep myself
at bay
the noise comes on suddenly
along with agony
everyone is here to taunt
deep within
i try and hold the anger off
but chemicals have all worn off
no chains left i feel
free to unleash my hell

empty mirrors
with me looking in
cant change who i am
but some one knows
just what i feel
what i would give
to not be the only one
walking these hollowed halls
to hear the ghost
and feel their strain
of your own irony
you cant stand them
but don't want them gone
you try to to drown it away
but those things fade
leaving me to my own hell