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Graceless


 

Each day I live, the pain consumes

What little sanity I have bloomed

Like walking in a cloud of fog

Falling down, sinking into smog

 

Life just seems grim

I think on a whim

Interest lost in everything I do

But what a life, who really knew?

 

Depressed to a fault, that’s all I see

Death just seems like the only way for me

A waste of time, I feel I am

But that's its nature, a full mind jam

 

I try and try to ease the pain

A fallen effort with no gain

Thoughts begin to eat away

Makes me want to end it today

 

Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel

I pray and wish this all wasn't real

Life just seems more like a prison

Caged, alone, an abomination risen

 

No one could ever understand

Why I would want my death sooner than planned

It's not something I want for me

But to end my suffering this is what has to be

 

So I write this all as I fall from grace

Down to this place, some barren waste

I know not how much longer I will last

But all I can do, is pray that this will just pass.

 
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