A hand to the drowning.

A purpose

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To this day I do not yet know the purpose behind me living.
I know I'm a nobody, there's no point in telling me otherwise.
Thousands of those with that sparkle in their eyes , what happened to mine? answer me damn it.
How much time have I left, I am anxiously waiting.
No need to waste hours, days and months, I am not worth it.
I don't need someone to come and sugarcoat it.
Do not lie to me I hate it,
Be blunt to me I love it.
Enticing, is an open bay or cliff you look down upon, and think about the time it would take you to fall.
Temptations, a category life never seemed to disappoint me at.
Blades, knives, ropes and pools full of water, yet only god knows staying away takes a lot more effort.
I have done an excellent job so far,
that is what I tell myself.
Although if you asked someone else they would tell you otherwise.

Therefore be attentive to destruction,
be prone to know loss,
guiltily accepting fates path,
with an even faker smile painted on us.