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The Host on a Train

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I don't care
I have given up on life
Letting the script play out
I have no say in what happens
Everything already has

I don't feel hunger
Pain doesn't ail me either
I'm stuck in a life
That doesn't seem alive
I am lifeless and stuck in this scene

I want to escape the world
No thoughts come to my mind
Letting the water flow
Not forcing it to go the other way

My body sits and waits on that train
Staring in to the dark world outside
Not caring what happens
Not wanting to stay and live

Slowly seeping in to the darkness of depression
It's too late no one can rescue me
I don't care if I die
I don't care if anyone saves me

So I'll sit and wait
Until my train stops
or gets off track
and my life follows it's trail

I'm the host.
A dog that doesn't feel the pain of a flea
Giving life to an already laid path

I hate it
Knowing that I have no choice
A last decision that was there
Nothing can change the future
Or will it?

I don't care
My thoughts that are empty
blank white thoughts bother me
a strange feeling is within them

What if . . .
Something happened
Would the future change?
Well for now, I don't care

Let my limp body stay on that train

 

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