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It claws at me, this fing weight,
Dragging me closer to a hell I hate.
A void that whispers, “Come on through,”
But f that noise, I’m not done, not you.

Life's a b****, yeah, I know it’s true,
But screw the dark, I’ll see it through.
The pain, the screams, the shattered dreams—
They don’t own me, not my f***ing seams.

So yeah, I stumble, and yeah, I break,
But I’m still here for my own damn sake.
F*** the silence, f*** the dread,
I’m alive, and I’ll scream till it’s dead.

Answer 1

felt

Answer 2

that is a great poem