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White Lines


Half my life spent staring at the wall

Pushed me into endless chaos.

Every time I tried to smile

My face cracked from the cold.

Days are just long and tiresome.

Will it end? Or will it continue?

I’ll never know.


And here I stayed for so long

Days and months just withered on.

They came and stood by

But left in a moment’s time.

Life is near but way too far.

Will it end? Or will it continue?

I’ll never know.


Part of me wished it ended soon

Before the white lines formed.

I lay here waned and timeworn

Everything turned grey and cold.

Death seems to mock me now.

Will it end? Or will it continue?

I’ll never know.