Poem: Drain

The drain to my soul is full.

It is clogged with all the bad decisions I had to make.

Some I think were good, but most has caused me to be stuck.

Stuck in situation where I cannot get lose.

The worse part is I did them all for you.

I wanted to make you feel clear, and it only stuck to me.

Now I am filled with the decisions that hurt others, but gave you joy.

Is that all I am good for?

To make you feel better, by hurting others.

Making myself dirty while you stay clean.

What can I do to become clean?

To be able to open and fill complete?

Time will tell, but my drain is just not well.

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