Finish Last
A hatred toward myself
a longing for the feeling of the cold hearted
no emotion
no cares
no heartbreak
the unbelievable becomes real
a rejection burning so deep!
another night of these deadly thoughts
realizing the sad truth,
nothing I do can ever be enough
the cliché stands true…
Nice Guys finish last!
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