A knack you never seem to get,
A restricted limit of luck your allowed to recieve.
Dilusion setsas you continue to sweat,
Few solutions left to believe.
Boxed in and beat upon,
Crying out in vein.
Left to die in the neighbors lawn,
screamingout a familiar name.
Broken and battered,
Unworthy your thinking.
If you were gone the world would be flattered,
throwing parties and drinking.
You wonder what a real man must do,
even though it's not the path you choose.
Giving up from the reality that sticks like glue,
no matter what you do you'll always lose.
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Sea Of Suffering.
You just can't seem to get it right. So you want to die.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
