I don't know if I even want
to carry on this life
one of constant pain and misery
loneliness and strife
each day, a constant struggle
to find a reason to care
to face the empty days
without you being here
my house is now my prison
my pain my sick delight
my eyes dull and distant
just like a faded light
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