Sometimes things just become too much.
I could cry for want and loneliness
I could cry for letting it get like this
I am the victim of my own ignorance
Thinking that I could deal with this
I have made my own cross to bare
It is heavy, it rips and tears
at my back which carries the weight
almost collapsing beneath it today
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