Ever felt worthless,
Deserving of every bit of pain
That has ever been delivered;
Like death is the only way for the world to gain
A semblance of peace, some much deserved respite
From the hell that I call life;
For every cut, every bruise from every fight
Taints my heart, chips my soul
Wasting away in the shade of my failure

And hopelessness devours me whole. 

The End

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