Daily Battle
Sometimes I can't stand living, but i don’t want to die.
I don’t know what it is to have a life.
The world screws me over day after day
and my patience is wearing thin.
My inner rage is growing,
Self-hatred’s setting in.
Depression is overwhelming,
I think I’m giving in.
I don’t want to give up on caring,
but I’m finding no other choice.
Because in this world all i have is one
small, singular, insignificant, unheard voice.
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