I can't do this anymore
I'm tired of this job...this life
Every time I wake up I'm sore
I'm about to grab a knife
I quit...is not even an option
But I know I'll go down swinging
To the very end without caution
Until my heart stops beating
Every time before I sleep I sigh
And I look up to the ceiling
And I ask "when is it my turn to die?"
Because I can't stand this feeling
I know how my story ends
It'll be at the barrel of a gun
But I'll try to make amends
Because one day I won't see the rising sun
But I'll keep on fighting
Even though I'm tired
Until my heart stops beating
Because an eternal rest is all I desire
And I couldn't do it anymore
I just wanted to give up
Because I felt it in my core
But I'll keep fighting, till my time's finally up
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
PoetryThese are the writings of my thoughts. Read for your pleasure or to peak into my mind, your choice. Everything here I have written myself and I own alone. If you wish to copy or use any of these writings, please do ask first. Leave some feedback, I'...
