Death to the Tyrant - Something I wrote on the fringes of my own sanity; disillusioned yet so human.

Today is one of those days

In my head there is no other way

But to suffer in silence and ponder away

There is something out there but it's not my day

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Today is one of those days

I don't think I'll survive today

Thoughts of pain and sadness prevail

My bitter heart tells me this is it, there's no avail

To find happiness or even a bout of hope

Pointless, useless, devoid, and solemn

"Hand me the rope." she said, "Hand me the rope."

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Today feels just like one of those days

When my father died and I blamed myself

I stood there silent and tears were made

More of guilt than loss or pain

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Today feels like another one of those days

They tell me of love, hope, passion, and kindness -

strive for those so you may make a life

But I don't know if I've ever loved

Or known love but just been a stranger from above

And he took my dreams and broke my hope

That is why I keep asking for your rope

Passion faded when hope died

And they told me kindness is overrated,

You need to be ruthless to survive.

All around my head I see

Are broken dreams and haunted faces

Telling me to all the things I need to be

But in the end, I just wanted to be me 

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Today feels like the very last day

I wish I could, but I don't think my sun will rise.