Why does it seem that every breathing body hates me?
Every new day, a new problem awaits me.
Every sole betrays me?
I used to let these issues not even phase me.
All this hurt,
All this pain
All this negativity
Pours onto me,
Mocking rain
I try to hold the tears
Thinking that might show my fears,
but through these years
I've heard so much in these untroubled ears
I'm ready to disappear
Because now I feel the end drawing near.
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