He's in a bad shape, urgently needing aid
physically out of date, it's all becoming late
love's turning into hate, but at least his hatred stayed
his-luck-sucks and delayed, stress till his dieing day
father's a fucking dick, mother's the cause he hates
give him a fucking break, this kid he has no space
no blog or someone to confess to, only can speakers hear him
and they don't communicate, only replay there victim
his tired of life and life stinks, from traps to daily writings
from sleep to horizon rising, his life is blank and whitening
also precisely tightening, to a point till its squashed
crushed into dust from the pressure that he loved
created from the mud, so when it rains he disapears
vanished into the surface, became his own tears
what has life left him with? why must he always lift?
why can't his life lift him while he just has to live?
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