I wallow in self pity. I feel nothing but pain. Every time I try to be grounded I fall flat on my face. My life has no meaning. I'm lost without a clue. I'm not true with myself so what can I do. I can't seem to sleep. My soul you can keep. I don't need it anyway. I'm to empty to think. I am on the brink. Who gives a damn about me. That's the question without a answer It's rhetorical in theory. Another one of life's mysteries. Why am I like this. Why do I care, without my friends & family support I am half of what I can be. I am like a torn picture. No beauty is within me. I am ugly and scarred. No reason to seek. I am another of America's youth no voice to speak. So what if I lived 26 yrs. It was all a waste. I will never be happy. I will never have a taste. I am in a chase with the life I could have. It stays one step ahead I will never catch it you see. Wish me good luck if you want. It's all wishful thinking for I am broken you see.
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