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How Much Longer Is This Going To Last
I reach my hands out to the world but the world refuses to embrace me.
I try to imitate what I see.
I try to fit in but I am treated as an outcast.
How long must this last?
My hunger for acceptance is growing.
I try to please people without even knowing.
What is the purpose?
Why do I continue to do this?
Maybe it’s because I don’t love myself.
Maybe it’s because I feel like there is nothing left.
All of this love that I have to give.
Makes me feel like I don’t want to live.
I cannot be any lower than I am right now.
Putting myself beneath everyone is my only vow.
Sadness fills my eyes.
It wouldn’t matter if I had a thousand cries.
I would still be considered an outcast.
And I still would ask myself, how much longer is this going to last?