A Lie - Poem by Josh Randall
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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