Repeditive Cliche

Looking back, It all makes sense.

All by myself, I built a giant fence,

Between Me,

And everything I Love.

It has no point, but I built in the sand.

The harder I worked, The weaker I am.

To build,

What I didn't want.

Stop, I shouted, but I never could,

My life is a repeditive clichè,

If I could change, I defenatly would,

But on my own,

By myself, and all alone

I close my eyes, I am so lost,

I've lost my mind, Just the thought,

I couldnt breathe, just the sight,

And I died, just from it all...