Another Sad Day.
Sit in my room.
Death overhead
Hurting my heart
Filling with dread.
Time flies by
but I do not care.
I am the king
and I'm never there.
Is it insanity?
Is it the pain?
It is humanity!
It is same!
Bittersweet tears
trickle down.
I feel it it break
but i do not frown
Alone, tortured inside
Hurt and beaten
but I already died.
and left myself behind.
I gave up
so long ago.
I left it behind
but I didnt know.
I am so young
and i gave up on life
felt forever hurt
and turned to the knife
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