A Lie Poem by Josh Randall
A Lie
why am i so useless?
everyone says that i matter
but i just feel that i am slowing them down
holding them back and making them weak
i feel as though i am the black sheep
always on the wrong side of things
when all i try to do is make them better
its always 1 step foreword,2 steps back
what can i do to get myself out of this?
how can i get out of this rut called my life
what can i do to make them all happy and myself
i have considered a few things...
there is the obvious running from it all
running away never to see those i loved
and onced cared about with my life
never to see them again
then there is ending it all by other means
put a gun in my mouth and slowly pull the trigger
saying to myself there was nothing else i could do
i don't know what the right answer is anymore
what is one man to do when his world is nothing more then a lie...?
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4/26/2024 2:53:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is not easy. And it may seem so simple to run from it all and end it sooner. But taking the escape route is only for the weak willed. Be strong. I can't promise that it will get better, but you can make it better if you try.: ]