What To Do


I used to cry when they did,

but they never understood me.

I used to be chained to death,

and all they saw was me free.

I used to look for a meaning,

and  that was all I could see.


Ready to throw a whisper, a dream,

a life, out the window for nothing.

Even if it hurts, or if it stings,

I survived, and I won,

and now I am looking for something dumb.

Now, I have a life, one that I earned,

and now it will burn,

and I don’t think I want that.


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