Life 6/5/16

No matter what I do
I keep making mistakes
And now I wonder
If it's too late
I should have listened
While I had the chance
Now I'm coming
In dead last
I care so much
I scare away
And I hate
When people try to stay
But I'm a mess
Who can't confess
What my life's become
Now that everything's done.
I want to say that I'm alright
But to talk to you
Would make my night
Though you don't seem to care
Until I don't want to share
My life's a wreck
I can't explain
It's to hard
To understand my brain
I keep pushing
With all my might
But maybe for once
I should give up the fight
Though that's the biggest part of me
What would I do
Who would I be
If not for caring
And hurting myself
What's the point
Of changing now.

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