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Mar 2016
It came down
Like a tidal wave
Grasping towards the surface
I couldn't reach
Here I was
On the train
Hiding my face so patrons couldn't see

I was weak
I was alone
I was tired
I was bleak
I was me

He wanted to know what was wrong
Why the tears
I told him
"It's been like this, like this for years"
I say "I hate my life" at least twice a day
"I always hope it's jokingly" I say
But it isn't
I mean it, it's meant for every second

My family is aloof
My friends are in the past
Where I can't reach them
I wear their memories like a cast
"I gave my all" I exclaimed
All is what they took
They left what they gained

My life's heading nowhere
And it's getting there fast
21 years old
And all I can focus on is my past
Where am I going?
Why am I doing all of this?
I wish I knew
I wouldn't be ashamed to exist

One life to live
And this is how I'm living mine?
Time is all I've got
And I've got none at the same time

If it's all the same
I don't want to **** myself
I don't want to die
But what's the point of living
If you're dead inside?
MC
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MC  24/F/New York
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