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As each day passes My life crashes and burns to ashes I wallow in my weakness As I failed to become IDEAL I go through this ordeal. I step outside to feel the air Cold, dead and crisp with a twist. I tread on my barren path As I walk for hours I cringe in guilt For the bad that I built The love that I had The love that has gone The friendship I forged Now rubble in my city. I look to others to seek comfort Nevertheless I cannot deny I really wanted to die. I leave their presence and make haste Slowed down and remembered nothing matters if it goes to waste. I sit inside the bus Smoke and the touch of rust I arrive at my station And head to my destination. Streets lit with an ample glow My body aches in a sudden throw. I see a place that I call home I enter and feel alone. I rest on the couch And let myself slouch. I start thinking the worth of everything Now it is less than nothing. I breakdown and knelt God is this all I felt? Nothing could be done. Now I succumb To the monster I've become.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Monster I've Become
As each day passes My life crashes and burns to ashes I wallow in my weakness As I failed to become IDEAL I go through this ordeal. I step outside to feel the air Cold, dead and crisp with a twist. I tread on my barren path As I walk for hours I cringe in guilt For the bad that I built The love that I had The love that has gone The friendship I forged Now rubble in my city. I look to others to seek comfort Nevertheless I cannot deny I really wanted to die. I leave their presence and make haste Slowed down and remembered nothing matters if it goes to waste. I sit inside the bus Smoke and the touch of rust I arrive at my station And head to my destination. Streets lit with an ample glow My body aches in a sudden throw. I see a place that I call home I enter and feel alone. I rest on the couch And let myself slouch. I start thinking the worth of everything Now it is less than nothing. I breakdown and knelt God is this all I felt? Nothing could be done. Now I succumb To the monster I've become.
I wrote this during my darkest days on a piece of crumpled paper
#depression#sorrow#guilt#loneliness
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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