Fool's Game
What do I think I'm doing?
Who do I think I'm fooling?
Why do I keep trying? It's just
the same old story as every
time before. The names and
places and time changes but
the end is the same. I always
lose at the most important
game. It's like I'm addicted to
the pain, like the blood from
my open wounds is the only
proof that I'm still alive;still
waiting for this game to really
kill me so I can finally die. This
is the fool's game, and I'm the
fool that can't stop playing.
Copyright © Matthew Hamilton | Year Posted 2012
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