I am nothing, besides what you've made me
I'm so irrecoverable
Unable to change back to the real me
I'm so afflicted
Sick and tired of being pushed around
I strive for my last breath
I'm forced to try harder then before
The once arduous tempts of surviving, are now zilch
I'll never intend to try so hard again
For something so cloddish and unworthy
What's so obscure about this, I ask?
Without a resolution, I move on
As my never ending search continues
I strive for my last breath
I am nothing, besides what you've made me
I'm so repugnant
Incapable of moving on
I'm so disgusted
Sick and tired of being taken advantage upon
I strive for my last breath
eh....I tryed to write without rhyming, but it just dosen't sound poetic to me? |
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