Dug too deep
too deep to dig.
Far into the ground
never to be found.
Born and lived without a spade.
The buried hope never to be revealed
for eternity to be locked and sealed.
They make you seem strong
they give you false courage.
You grow to find out it was a lie all along.
None of us are strong.
None of us will make it.
In the end we all die.
We'll never reach the sky,
we'll only hit the ground.
Hope will never be found.
Happiness will never be true.
All will be lost,
and it starts with you.
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