Trying
I feel like dying.
So tired of trying.
Wake-up Blue.
Aching all through
My distorted form.
Wishing I was never
born.
I’m weary every
moment
Time is my opponent.
Every day is a
marathon.
I am far from a
paragon
Is there an easier
way?
Do I have to stay?
In a place with so
much pain.
When there is nothing
to gain.
Peace seems out of my
reach.
Grief is my personal
leach.
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