Self Pity
Alive this night, I try to be
While candle flickers on display
The room, prison, my lock, no key
My bed, my life, in disarray
My thoughts, unsure, they hold no weight
The phone, its ring, no tone, no sound
My family, gone, they left with hate
So left, in tears, to one day drown
But yet, die not, I am still here
Thinking, long and hard, still no clue
Can’t bring them back, the ones held dear
So this, my life, I’m left to rue
What is this man supposed to do?
My life, is death, this much is true
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