Amputated

by · January 19, 2026

Mental Health & Struggle · #struggle · #longing

The walls of life are crashing down
I cannot find a way to feel
My legs are amputated, still
I find emotions stay concealed

I love to sleep, except the world
Wants me to act like I’m awake
And so I now must always try
To do my best to act and fake

Because both my legs are asleep
I cannot feel them as I lose
And so I scream to make you think
To sleep is not the choice I choose

So go ahead and do your worst
And go ahead and amputate
For I can’t change the way I feel
So I will choose to never wake

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