Pass Time
Every passing day,
I pass the time away by
doing the same thing everyday
because that's all I have in this
world that makes it okay.
Passing these days the same way
makes me want to pass away
from living in such a decaying way.
My mind, my body, my heart,
and my soul are breaking everyday,
I'm always thinking maybe things
will be okay but that's just
wishful thinking, so I start drinking, hoping the pain goes away,
then I pop pills to have nothing to feel other than the loopy feeling of
drifting in and out of reality,
what do I do?
Nothing to do when there is
nothing inside of you to make
you care enough to get through
the pain of the truth.
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