Losing the Game

I wish I was happy, joyous, or elated

Just even for a minute, I would kill

Stop feeling sad, broken, and hated

Happiness shouldn’t require skill

It shouldn’t be a goal that we all strive to achieve

It shouldn’t be the golden goose

Because when you lose the game and it becomes hard to breathe

The only trophy is the golden noose

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