Another Year Older

I wasn’t exactly

Born happy

Lacking, as I did,

In good cheer and mirth

And now all I can say

As I celebrate, today

Is that this shit’s only

Got worse

If Mirrors Could Talk

Tell yourself you’re moving on

And they might just start

To believe it

But you and I know

This is all just for show

As you’re still drowning

In shit

Epitaph

Do you
ever wish
you could
give up?

Say right,
that’s it,
I’ve had
enough!

I’m done
with all
this fucking
shit

I’m finally
going
through
with it!

Well,
that’s what
I think
every day

I find
those words
so easy
to say

And now,
it seems,
the demons
have won

For I can
say that I’m
officially
done

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