Grew up thinking there's hero's and villains
I'm sick hurting I'm sick of helping I'm sick feeling.
I enjoyed being someone their laughs for so long i just became a joke.
So many people think they're better than one another I'll take them all by the throat and watch them choke. Things in life look like they're coming to a close
no more rope.
A dream a dream I could never really form.
what was life to hold for me why was I born.
those who are strong break those who are weak instead of lifting them up.
those who are weak in contrast have been spoiled with excuses.
I have little strength no matter what I seem to do no matter how hard I work even i stand covered in bruises.
I lose...
those who complain are naturaly gifted they get their way who am I to say
wanting to be better than I am today is a new day
all I can change is me, but when will I ever.
maybe I was always meant to be a pawn I guess it gives me purpose.
bottle everything up I don't care if they surfaced My life
to my death what is my purpose.
If I live If I change the world could to I suppose. Hope what a thing I felt, why do I see a future for everyone but no future for myself.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2020 08:35
- Category: Unclassified
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