Endlessly
Feeling like you’re not good enough,
Like nothing you do matters.
Crying on the inside,
While smiling on the out.
Acting like nothing is wrong,
Though secretly you’re dying.
Being made to feel like dirt,
For doing something you love.
Being told you’re not important,
That no one cares.
You get told that you’re lucky,
Even when you’re not,
Because others have less than you,
And are starving to death,
Because death is something feared by most,
But not by all.
There are the people who can’t wait to die,
Those people who have tried so many times,
That the only lesson for them is learning to die,
Those people have been made to feel alone,
Useless, unwanted and alone.
They self-harm to feel something,
Because their bodies are numb,
The hurt themselves because it takes away the pain,
But it doesn't work so they try harder and harder,
Until they die.
Simple as that,
No happy endings,
No music blaring,
No one around,
Just gone.
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