Life That’s Not For Me

Imprisoned inside a skeleton of grief,

Masked with a false sense of belief,

That one day there’s somewhere happy to be,

Is a life that’s not for me.

Where I am naught but a crutch for some,

Feasting on their leftover crumb,

Burning to death so they can see,

Is a life that’s not for me.

Serving no purpose, just a dying sun,

Losing all hope, one by one,

From the gaze of Dark Angel, flee

Is a life that’s not for me.

And yet I breathe, I smile, I cry,

Urge my myself to have an empathetic eye,

All this can’t change this reality:

Life, that’s not for me.

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