• I don't feel myself today,
    I feel as though something is astray.
    As if I'm missing a part of me,
    as if I am not meant to be.

    I see the same faces,
    go to the same places,
    I don't know my purpose here,
    I feel as if I'm living in fear.

    Yet I don't know, what these fears are,
    I have them in me, tearing me apart.
    I cannot see, what lies ahead,
    How long I have until I am dead.

    I feel dead inside more often than not,
    I wear a smile, while inside I rot.
    Other than when I say it, how I feel is unknown,
    My only sources of joy, are my friends and the phone.

    I've become artificial, I feel I'm easy to replace,
    Just exchange my body for another handsome face.
    What difference would there be?
    The answer is not yet apparent to me.

    Why do I go on living, why won't I die?
    I wonder who would miss me, I wonder who would cry.
    Who's life have I altered, who's mind am I in?
    What have I accomplished, other than sin?

    I no longer wish to cause people pain,
    Everything I do starts a new chain,
    Affecting every link, every person I know,
    Affecting where I've been, and where I've yet to go.

    This is getting long, so I'll make the ending brief,
    My life is often miserable, and filled with so much grief.
    I wish it away, I want to end it all.
    But ending my life, will only cause more tears to fall.

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