The Wasted Life

I cry at the waste of my life
The soul pleads the mind to alleviate heartache
An absentminded absolution of survival
Happiness is an afterthought
Constantly recycled and mocked behind hope
The days slip by effortlessly
Reality laughs from the skies at another victim
The purpose never existed
The rouse to continue breathing remains forefront
The ultimate seduction
The prison sentence is long overdue
The system however has other plans
I am selfish one for wanting out of this world
People will grieve me
People love me
The ball continues to spin in amuck
Meaningless drivel will supposedly burn for giving up
Or perhaps question the definition of pain
This wretched ball has soldiers who praise reality without demur
Raised to be another pawn
I cry because I faltered
I cry for the confliction of wanting to falter
Life is wonderful
Life is beautiful
And I want to let it all go
The ultimate Failure or Hero?

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