How do you carry on
when you're being pushed
to your limit?
When it feels like
hell is burying you
in its pits?
And you scratch and
you claw and you
struggle for a breath,
until all that is
left is your
last wish for death.
Who do you turn
to when everyone is gone?
And the hope
mixed with rage has
you choking the dawn.
The answers from
clearer when
closing your eyes.
Sinking deeper within
and erasing
the lies.
Magnifying the
truth and
uncovering the blame.
Reverse your finger
pointing and duck
your own head in shame.
Slumber now, angel,
on a cold,
cement floor.
And when you
awaken, don't think
of this shit anymore.
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