Some dark mornings,
Like a war with myself,
Not able to decide,
What to say what to don't,
I'm not able to think anymore,
I'm loosing hope,
I don't plan to live anymore,
Just existing as not dead,
I don't think I'll be able to do anything in life,
Just give me a pen and paper,
I'll write down something,
And sleep at tha corner of the street,
People will give me pennies,
I'll survive,
People will even kick me goodbye,
I'll survive,
I'm so low,
As the ocean floor,
Don't know how to swim,
Just drowning down the globe,
Trying to go with the flow,
But the life's stable,
To stable to be,
As if I'm dead,
As if I'm dead from within.
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