Poot
Look in the mirror and see nothing but pain,
makes me wonder what keeps me sain.
What can i do to end this hell,
where is the magician to stop this spell,
I feel myself going further out day after day,
im drawing the conclusion that life doesnt pay.
With bloodshot eyes and shaking hands,
its time to get up, time to understand.
What is becoming of me shall be no more,
this life has no meaning, nothing, but a bore.
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