Life
Too many of us fight for the wrong reason
Some of us die for the right reason
Too many heart aches
Too many battles is what ended my life
All those tears i cried at night
All the scars i caused
All thhose years i missed
All the time that had passed me by
I was lost and alone
So new to the switch up
All pain so real
All pain so known but unknown to the world
I hadn't been this lost since he died
Every last bit of pain helped me
Just pushed me to the edge
Just led me to give up
To stop the fight
To stop my own heart
I was left broken blood pooring out of my chest
To forget every last ounce of pain
Hopeing one day to never remember the lost causes i once was
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