youth.


i’m young
so why do I feel like I’m running out of time?
like i’ve wasted all this time for someone else
you say you love me yet i’m the liar
your slowly killing me like a pack of cigarettes

i’ve accepted that no one will save me from this fire
burning away all my hope
even when I barely had any to begin with

but maybe that’s what’s been holding me down
and one day, i will be set free
from all these burdens

so don’t weep at my grave
cause i’ve been dead for longer than you think
what is my purpose here if i'm going to feel this way every single day,
anyway.

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