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Miserably Melancholic

There is this feeling in my heart, This ****** feeling tearing me apart

from the inside out , a blow to the chest, a kind of clout leaving me stressed

My mind and heart filled with doubt, I want to snap, scream and shout

I waste my time being so nice, everything I do is a roll of the dice

The world feels so ****** up, Ill open my mouth and eat that death cup

Is it everyone else or is it just me? My brain feels like messy debris

I would think it wise to give it up now, there is only so much pain I can allow

My brain is scrambled and my heart split in half, I find it ever so hard just to laugh

I have had enough of you world! Into the fire you had me hurled

I sit here in pain my thoughts unfurled, my brain is a mess everything swirled

I find it hard to wake up everyday, all I do is fight to keep these feelings at bay

I want to help those in need, but crush those who mislead

It seems I am not wanted around here, of these feelings this is the most severe

I don't belong anywhere on earth, I know right now I have no worth

ever since my day of birth, I have not had the true feeling of mirth

I hate this all, I want it to end, Ill jump into a squall, and my heart you'll rend

I have so much anger I do not know what to do,and at the same time I feel so blue

My time on earth is through, why cant my life just start anew

No matter what I do or where I go, the world the wolf, and I the doe

But do not think I'll go down a loser, Ill see you in hell, you'll meet your accuser

I feel lost in life, no map as a guide, no one will know the day that Sean died

If I must Ill live on alone, until I turn to dust and bone

Everyone whines about menial stuff, life has been rough, considering its a bluff

I do not know what is left to do, maybe Ill see you later, until then adieu

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sean-keane
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Mar 10, 2010
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