Mortuary
There is no one else to blame
for how my life has turned out, but me.
I could change and be like everyone else
only seeking the pleasure of the moment;
But I’ve found little comfort in it,
And the pain of loneliness soon returns.
So, I should be proud of the man
that I’ve become.
Yet, I find myself struggling to do so.
Am I looking through life with
the eyes of a child (believing in dreams and not seeing reality).
Then please don’t wake me because
life is hard as it is…
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