The asylum of my thoughts [Poetry]

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I'm fighting an endless battle, I'll never win
A mind dump of treacherous thoughts lies ahead
I'm an empty silhouette of nothingness
Trapped within an ongoing endless cycle of sadness
This moment of despair and nothingness
Nothing seems to compare
Crawling right back to the nightmares
Of broken dreams and repeating madness
Nothing beats the restless defeats of not healing
I break myself a thousand times
Nothing changes,
But I'm not contagious
All that's left is a broken failure
Condemned to its own hatred.
-s