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The real bitch of it

You don’t understand the real bitch of it
And it’s not that you had to work really hard
To make it through school
And not fail at what ever you tried
Because, I suck this way
But it always just came to me
Maybe I was the Bionic Woman
And now they’ve taken that away From me
And now I feel like something is missing
and when I decided what it was
It was when I thought of death as an option

Because hell
If you don’t have hope
Why are you alive?

Why do you continue to function
When your brain and tells you there’s no point
What do you do
When you want to spill everything you have
Or ram glass and your head
Just so you can see
The blood dripping down
From your own forehead

What do you do then?

What does it boil down to for you
To get to that point
When you have consciously
When
When you have to consciously justify your existence?

I guess that’s a the real bitch of it
When all you can think of at that point
Is
What you do then?


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