Fruit In Fear

Afraid, of dark silence

Muted, hidden away

Worthlessness, an unbreakable case

No aim, pointless

Living in the garbage I’ve made, hands tied

Hands tied with laziness, lack of effort

Change, God please reprogram me

Strange, how autopilot leaves me completely empty

Jigsaw, puzzle pieces, scattered in choices

I bite in fear.

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