I am just a kid fighting the world with his bare hands.
I am so choked up on the words that are spoken.
I hit you with my fist and my broken heart.
I am just not good at falling apart.
I am not very good at believing the lies.
I am not very good at following behind.
I am not very good at hiding my anger.
I am not very good at letting it out.
I am just a man broken at the knees.
I keep on punching, but I am losing my desire to bleed.
I wasn’t meant to bleed for me.
I wasn’t meant to race these dreams.
I wasn’t meant to lose sleep over hurt.
I fall with a blow to the head, it hurts worse than it sounds.
I find it hard to get back up this time.
I am just not very good at war.
I am not very good at remembering things.
I am not very good at paying attention.
I am not very good at speaking the truth.
I am just as broken as you would imagine.
I have bled my strength, there is nothing left.
I can’t fight for me, but for you it would be an honor.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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