Sinking into my own sorrow,
And dread the sight,
Of tomorrow.
Why can’t I just die?
Instead of having,
To mope.. and lie.

I’m not sure I can take this,
Not anymore,
I try to rise, yet I miss.
Truth be told,
This doesn’t feel real,
I’m worthless, I’m sold.

 
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