The more I try to survive,
The world decide to bring me down.
Everything around us is pain at some level.
And this is about it,
How much shit I can carry.
Before I break.
All this evil.
All this hate,
It leave marks.
Wounds across my body.
Brings out the worst of me,
And the end of us.
It hurts.
Alot more than I thought.
I am broken.
Nothing left to see.
Nothing more to be.
My only thoughts are simple.
When do I end this torment?
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