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"Nothing Left" by Silent Assassin

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No matter what I have
It all seems to slip away
Even the smallest of things seem to fade away
No longer do I feel appreciated
Nor do I feel on the same level as anyone else
Sure friends are there
But are they really there
Not as there as I want them to be
Being at a point in live where I don’t know what to do
Nothing seems to be going right whatsoever
Constant things going wrong
People always on my back about things when they shouldn’t Things never going the way I like them to be
Sometimes asking for things to happen
When I really shouldn’t
Can you see me
Am I even here
Who will answer
If answered
Will I be here
Or will I be dead and rotting
No matter how hard I try
Things can never get better
I try with every ounce of my body
Every piece of my heart and every inch of my soul
Yet I still feel like I being sucked into a black hole
To become nothing
Worthless
Just another piece of dirt everyone steps on
Go ahead and grind your feet in there
You might as well
Because I can guarantee you that in the end
There will be
Nothing left



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On Sunday August 7th, 2005, island warrior (300) writes:
Keep on trying but try not to expect too much in return,expectation leads to frustration.Be there for yourself and don't rely on anyone else.



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