Look,
Maybe I'll pick my last breath
Maybe I won't
Maybe today I out maneuver death
Maybe I don't
Maybe true love will last past fresh
Maybe nope
Maybe I can have one problem less
Maybe with hope
There's far too much maybe
Life is difficult to promote

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Everything I write is filled with the same,
It's all hurt and pain
And feeling insane
And how I can't stay in my own lane
Continually asking, "what's wrong with this brain?"
While evening else sounds like
Complain
Complain
Complain
It's just easier to remember the rough terrain
And every little stain
Leading me to ask, "why should I remain?"

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I'm a nice guy
So I know I'll finish last
Push me too far though
And find the guy with the last laugh

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I'd rather be alone
Than to be this lonely
With someone beside me
I'd much rather be
Just me only
Till it's just me and my headstone

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In order to be with you
I had to sacrifice the last part of me
That I really liked
So I find myself here with you
With nothing left of me
Too actually be liked

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Life is a game
You don't choose to play
The choice comes
In continuing to the next day
But is it a choice?
The questions asked knowing full well what they'll say
"No matter what happens,
You have no choice but to stay"

©2024

High on hope
It's more dangerous than any drug
The natural euphoria
Still gets pulled out from under like a rug
Beware the come down
Depressions clutch can be disguised as a hug
Careful when digging for more
You might realize it's your own grave that you've just dug

©2024