Invisible hands push me toward the ledge

Hidden shadows behind a foreboding hedge

Jumped or pushed what difference does it make

All pain known recedes within the final wake

Dragged through the mud of someone others desire

Shaking and quaking me onto the funeral pyre

Invisible hands trap me by the throat tightly

Pulls me into my dreams from reality nightly

Terrors real more than unreal flying in my head

They see me as better off if I am dead

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