Broken,
Finding myself another low.
Dreaming,
Reviewing options with nowhere to go.
Just being alive means being alone,
Retracing my steps,
Revealing my circles.
Devoid of meaning with pleasure all gone
I stumble through life,
I find it all worthless.
There`s nothing there
On the other end of sorrow
No escape and no relief
No hope, no tomorrow.
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