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In the end again.

Poetry By: MorganLitchfield
Poetry



In the end.


Submitted:Apr 9, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Sorry I'm alive, and sorry that I complain,

Everyday in my head, I've been wishing I was dead.

I don't care about me any more, I don't know why I'm here any more.

At least I'm alive, right? Sometimes it's my life I need to fight,

I hate me, I hate everything I am.

And I wish I could get myself to really give a damn.

But I can't. So I'll shut up, because it isn't worth it.

In the end it's my wrist that I should slit.

I didn't choose life, but I can choose the knife.

Some can choose their drama, I don't.

Some can handle their drama. I won't.

In the end it isn't fair,

And in the end I couldn't care.





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