What is the point of existence
I feel like I am wasting away
Between this pain and the endless dark
My depression is breaking my heart
I'm wasted
Used up
And alone
I contemplate my end
I'm losing control
Recurring thoughts
Filling my head
You can't kill me
I'm already dead
I keep reliving
All the lies you said
I hope you're tongue turns to ash
Along with your broken promises
I am falling apart
You can't feel anything
Even this broken heart
Between the lies and distrust
The feeling of being used up
Is a recipе for destruction
And in the end
Has еnded us
All I feel is utter disgust
I am lost
I am crushed
Isolated
By you
Is time I'll never get back
Death I do mourn
Between the lies and distrust
The feeling of being used up
Is a recipe for destruction
And in the end
Has ended us
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