Trying to understand this feeling I always carry,
A burden of not caring that I can't bury.
Days and days of silent contemplation,
One more hour of resignation,
Searching for some inspiration,
Feeling like a fake animation.
Holding on and can't think why,
Thinking that I should not try.
Dry and hollow respiration,
Never got the invitation,
Invoked the wrong incantation,
Forced away from my destination.
Just another day to live,
Having nothing which to give.
Want to follow this horrible aspiration,
Leave it all in desolation,
Take a step toward permanent vacation,
End the minutes of agitation.
Not much longer and I'll be done,
Hope's the bullet; Life's the gun.
Think I was finished before I'd begun.
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