I tried so hard to make them see,
The good remaining inside of me,
But my efforts fell short,
Leaving anger as my only cohort.
So you see what I’ve got,
And all the things I’m not,
Make your judgements as you will,
If it’s suffering you want then take your fill.
There’s nothing stopping your evil design,
Leading you straight out of line,
But I don’t care if it ends badly,
And this is the final word, sadly,
Because it’s not worth fighting you,
When I know you’ll see your goal through.
My effort will only prolong the suffering,
With no amphetamines buffering,
The end I knew was coming from the start,
As my last breath and I depart.
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