Sorrow’s Song

It takes so much out of me

Holding on to a sliver of sanity

Feeble attempts of worth

Giving off the impression that all the pieces are in tack

I’m grasping at the fog of what once was

Drinking the poison of being not good enough

Tell me is it worth to keep on

Constantly pushing in no direction

Driving off the cliff of expectations

Slitting my wrist with words I can’t escape from

Realizing that I’m shit

I’m the scum of the earth

Self-deprecating jokes give me reason

Some sort of value

Because I can always entertain by pretending I am someone



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