Painful Waste
I feel like a god is toying with me
All my blood in my tears amount to
Nothing and any effort goes to waste
On anything and everything I want to
Be successful at! The hand knocks down
More and more grains of sand and the next thing
I know it’s the Blackest part of the night and no one
Lives on with me stranded and alone, battling my own
Brain trying to find peace in a turbulent battlefield that the
Day’s worries did nothing to alleviate. A knock on the head
And I’m back on my feet throwing out optimism in an old
Fashioned way to you and to you and to you while I am
Crying on the inside, screaming with horror and pain
Lost to the world as a plastic mask hides the only
Feelings I truly feel related to in this damnable
Land inhabited by men of loose morals
And women of lost hope. I
Want to find a reason
Here, locked in this
Pit, but it feels
Like a god is
Pushing me
Down
Down
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