Life is hard
I just want to give up
Just let go on everything
But I'm not allowed to do that
Because I'm in the system now.
It was my choice.
Was it a wrong choice?
Did I agree on my own dead?
The system will kill me
And still I trusted them
Now I have to live
with the consequences
But soon they will kill me
And then it's over
I'll get peace
I'll succeed in the end
When I succeed I'll be dead
But that doesn't matter
Because I'll win
Without help from anyone.
There's no one there will help me
They are all selfish
And the only thing they see
Is there own problems.
I don't care about them
I don't need them
I never had and never will
What happens to them doesn't matter
Unless they drag me down
Then I'll cut them of
Like they where nothing.
I'm not cruel
It's this world we live in there's cruel
All I do is trying to survive
So I can't be weak
I can't care about others
Because they will make me weak
And then they will kill me
Even if they don't want to
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Life when you're dead inside
PoetryPoems about life. How your life can go up and down. Poems there will help you see the good in everything, but also see the bad in everything.
