I play at the face

 Like I love every day

You’ll never know

They’ll never see

How much I do hate

How I hate being me

The words that I say

And every last damn day

I hope it’s the last

The future is the past

It’ll never change 

This life is always the same

As hard as I push

I’ll push them away

Like claws on my chest

Hands at my neck

I need them to stay 

But still I push them away

Like a suffocating hand

Taking my last breath

I’ll live this day

But I’ll wish it’s my last


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