My life is at the end,
I cant comprehend.
I`m sitting in my room,
looking at a broom.
I cant live my life,
My word is caving in.
I`m falling from the sky,
I wonder why.
My family is a mess,
I feel like such a pest.
I`m trying not to fall,
but I`m pushed against a wall.
I look around and see,
Aworld better then me.
I cant find out,
who I`m sopose to be.
Maybe my world is a mess,
And I`m the pest.
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