Wash away my pain.
Let it all bleed out.
Closest I get to sane.
Let myself fall to doubt.
Trying to escape.
Falling back down.
It must be fate.
Wear my sorrow like a crown.
Smiling with hate.
Embracing my tears.
Faking my fears.
Losing at this game.
Failing at this life.
Comments
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I think this is a good piece overall. It was short and to the point. The first line did well to catch my attention. My one critique would be that some of your rhymes seem a bit forced. Such as:
"Failing at this life.
Loving that knife."
Overall great piece! Keep writing!

