Barely
my soul dies alil each day
when its found false and delay
something missing
something yearning
and its just another day
like a dead corpse not living
im just a shell barely breathing
not much left nside
to keep me alive
im pretty much empty
doubt if one can save
the pain that has dug my grave
this evil cold feeling
dawn to dead i so dread
as i lie here barely living
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