Confused Abuse

I start to get confused,

To a point my brain feels abused,

I have to power through,

So i can find what is true,

Is it worth all the pain,

Is it worth the need to break the vein,

Does the world get better, 

Or do my eyes just continue to get wetter,

Is this life a reality,

Am i stuck in insanity,

Will there be an end to it all

Will i stand tall,

Will i fall,

Nobody knows i just get so confused,

in the end i am self-abused.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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