Maybe at the end of the day we are all alone,
Nothing there or no one there but yourself,
Yet there is a crowd,
Yet there is nothing is there,
You are standing alone by yourself,
No one to hold your hand,
No shoulders to cry your griefs on,
Maybe I wish I die,
Maybe it will all soon end,
But then I will never know,
How it ends so I tend to live on,
Smile fake,fake smile,
Grief and stupidity is here,
I wanna laugh again,
Maybe sometimes I feel I'm half dead,
A work of a overthinking mind,
Stupid. . .no one likes,
Suffocating suffocating . . . .
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