Mistakes

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Mistakes

I'm really sorry for the mistakes I made,
they seem to be the only food on my plate.

They seem to jump into my eyes,
believe me it's really not nice.

They look like predators to me,
they won't just let me be.
They are eating me from inside,
the only thing I can think of now is suicide.

I can't do more, I'm done.
God why? Why don't I have a gun?
No stop. I can't think this way.
No, not now, not today.

I can see that the darkness really got me.
But I can't do anything just let it be.
I know I am the one to blame,
but that doesn't do anything, it stays the same.

It stays the same like it was before.
I'm just asking myself- What do I even live for?

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