No matter what I do I'm wrong, I miss when life was like
A piece of taffy, it was always sweet, and the only problems were
The stickyness, but you could just wash it off and instantly
You were clean again
If I do what I want then I will still have done something I don't want to
I have what everyone wants, but I want to escape from my life
And somedays suicide seems the only way out
And somedays are starting to become everyday, on days like today
It's wierd that what makes me so happy as to smile makes me
Spiral down again whenever I think on it
And it's getting to be that I wish I could not think, just shut myself down
So I can stop trying to destroy me
Please tell me what you think
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It's sad when this sort of quagmire sucks one in does it not? I thought the first stanza's simile is awesome. It reminds me of Lady MacBeth, "Out damned spot!" Anyway, life is hard for most everyone, especially those with the intelligence to actually recognize how lost in "society" we've all become.
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