Why am I here,
Why do I cry.
Don't ask how I'm doing,
I'm just going to lie.
I have no purpose,
Just a waste of air.
Better people have died,
sparing my life isn't fair.
I know it's time,
that I leave this earth.
I am no better,
then I was at birth.
I was clueless then,
probably more so now.
I've turned all to crap,
and I don't know how.
I thought I tried,
to give it my all.
while trying to build,
I made more fall.
I have no answers,
to why I'm still alive.
maybe God's confused,
to how I should die.
We all know,
the damage I've done.
Maybe he's thinking,
How to punish his son.
Either way,
I'll take what I'm dealt
Give it your best,
Show me how you felt.
When I came about,
and took on this soul.
and split lives apart,
instead of making them whole.
So strike me down,
I get what I get.
Show the world how,
To fix your only Regret.
- Author: DarkNationAlliance (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 22nd, 2018 17:35
- Category: Unclassified
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