Life


Life without purpose is worse than death.
Just existing begging for last breath.
Is it punishment for sins i commit.
I tried as hard as i could but still didnt quit.
Time will always be my biggest regret.
Torutured by memories i wont forget.
No meaning to every second that goes by.
Hoping there is a better place after i die.
The choices i made i live with today.
My past still haunts me it wont go away.
Death has got to be better than this
Cant go back must go on.
But i dont want to my happy days are gone .

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