Killing Me

I hated that I had given up on everything.

Wasting everyone's time on me.

Trying to find something for me.

Trying to find me.


I was just not good at anything.

I tried singing and gave up.

I tried band, the best thing that had ever happened to me

But I gave up.


I just was not good enough.

I tried writing in journals no one would ever see.

I gave up on so many things

But the worst part is, I gave up on life.

And that was what was killing me.


Then I found something I was good at, good enough at



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