Lying here with so many thoughts in my mind.
I don't know if I'm coming or going even if the days are going forward or behind.
Life just gets so hard, I don't know what I am going to do.
I just keep walking and walking until I find out the person of who.
These tired feet never know when to stop, so I keep walking til I fall to the ground.
As I stay on the ground and lay to rest, all I want is for nobody to look down.
These marks upon my arms are the scars of death.
In my head and eyes all you see is a person who has nothing left but one last breath.
I count myself lucky to still be alive, but God knows how long it will last.
Do I even want it to last that is a very good question, I ask all the time because of my bad past.
Wiping away these tears, tired of it all.
The only thing that I have left to do now that will make me happy is to fall.
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