Wrapped up in your own trials and tribulations
Self-obsessed, self-possessed, and self-absorbed
When nothing matters beyond your id
All your dreams remain yours alone
No purpose, no higher calling
When cruel words to you are sinful
And your lack of sympathy is merely realism
All acts – wasted
Life is overrated at best
And a lethal, bitter drug at worst
Too many ties bind you, the darkness eats you & the bright lights blind you
When senseless you are created and senseless, you shall wither
All existence- wasted
Each pretty day is uglier than the last
And all you want is relief from the memories of the past
Can’t focus on anything at all
Can’t quite wait for the final fall
A death – wasted.

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