Longing to be free

I'm sick of life and sick of death,
But is there really anything left.
I search and look through these hollow eyes,
But see nothing around but misery and lies.
People say they help and care,
But all they do is stand and stare.
They give their pills and sympathy,
But do they really care about you and me.
Is it money or love of society,
But will they ever really set us free.

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