I am sick of life being shit
I don't want to sit
I am spining out of control
Not aware of anything
I sit and cry
Trying to make the best
Only when More happens I want to die.
I let it all out; I get nothing in return.
I ask myself....Am I good enough....
I tell myself no and I sit in my aftermath pondering
why did it happen to me
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