Sunday, January 31

Lowlife

He became what he wanted to be,
But my wretched body betrayed me.
He has no emotions to feel,
And suicide now seems real.
Give me a rope, a bag or a gun,
There is no where I can run.
Let me finish a pathetic life,
He is happy and I’m a lowlife.
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