Cynics

Do you know why men choose to suffer alone? 
because we still gotta live with the decision 
despite taking in someone else's opinion 
If we really told you what we were living with 
could you help us? 
No, we gotta play the hand we were dealt 
and that's note to self 
the world can't help me 
and it definitely can't help me with therapy 
so just do like so many of us do to our loved ones 
remember me when I'm gone with sad songs 
and give me flowers when they bury me 

Now this ain't suicidal  
this ain't me drowning in some bottomless pit 
I'm just…sick of "this"
now maybe the empaths care to know 
but the rest of you heartless bastards 
I know what time it is 
men are the robots of this world 
work, provide, protect 
but most importantly keep your emotions to yourself 
and you wonder why we so messed up 

And personally I don't care if you take heed 
the world is full of hypocritical cynics 
who are critical of everyone 
except the way they are living

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