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Waking up to a day with no meaning, staring at the ceiling, thinking about leaving, feeling the grieving, aiming to have faith in believing, the sun is beaming, my soul is bleeding.––Just finished dreaming about something I don't want to be seeing, opening my eyes to harsh n heavy breathing, wishing I could wake up from this life i'm suddenly leading. Feeling all sad, focusing on the bad, forgetting i'm alive, picking at life like a scab, getting awfully mad, as I remember what I once had, how it's come and gone like a crazy messed up fad, can't believe i've lost my dad. What once used to sing, is now deafening, that's the thing

There are No cures For monsters. No remorse For their actions. And I have learned it is better to leave them be Rather than try to fix What will always be                                                    Broken