Purpose

I am done with lying to myself
I can’t function well anymore
She has no idea, maybe it’s for the best
I was meant to die alone anyway

Still striking off the days
till she tells me she doesn’t love me
All the expectations, I was meant to fail
I guess it was my fault for trying to be happy

I was going to kill myself
but I never went through with it
Dear, you never seem to be overjoyed
maybe you should try, who knows, I may surprise you

It’s hard to breathe with all this smoke
but it’s great to feel despondent without notice
I’m not being poetic, I just
want to know if I have any purpose to you

The End

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