So low again.
I cab never escape the darkness for long.
So damaged. So destroyed.
Never worthy of something more.
Sleep all day. Cry all night.
Isolation. Sadness. Loss. Destruction.
When will it end?
So tired of wishing this life would end.
Is this what life's all about?
If so, why hold on?
Want to let go.
Tired of fighting so hard to hold on.
Tired of the mask I wear.
Exhausted from all the acting.
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