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I was built to break.
My heart was made to ache.
These bones are broken still.
I've lost my path and will.
My breath is shallow,
it's getting hard to swallow
this bitter pill of my demise,
looking at this life I despise.
A night that keeps getting darker.
A bright star that fades away.
My grim reality is getting starker
desolate day by desolate day.
The vivid colors all blend to grey
and bleed on the canvas Earth.
It's okay if you don't want to stay,
for I have been cursed since birth.
My feeble mind can grope and fumble
for a reason to crack a smile.
I've been forced to be humble
and have been all the while.
I have no strength you see.
My muscles have atrophied.
I am an open wound - a glass jar.
Don't follow me, I won't go far.
I want the might of ten strong men
with the fearlessness of a bear.
All I have is this ball-point pen
to show you how much I care.
Please dear, don't give up on me.
You have the power, it's meant to be.