"Yearning For An End"

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Existing in my head,

A world full of lead.

Don't care what is said,

I might as well be dead.

How can it be,

So hard to be free?

How can I be held down,

By all my brothers wearing frowns?

How can I find joy,

When I feel like a toy?

Battered and broken,

A useless token.

I am spent on this,

Selfish human bliss.

But not for me,

Can't you see?

I'll never be free,

Like a branch on a tree.

I'm stuck with all of you,

With hatred so pure and true.

Doesn't matter who I am,

I am just another sin.

A blotchy stain upon the earth,

Never knowing what I'm worth.

Because my brothers hold me down,

I'm screaming loud without a sound.

Someone wake me up,

I feel like an empty cup.

I can't take it anymore,

What horrid death,

Is next in war?

How will we kill,

With an indomitable will?

What will we be,

If we no longer see?

I can't be here any longer,

The world just keeps on getting wronger.

I'm holding on for one more day,

But I just want to...

Go away.

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