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October 19, 2022

When you're all alone with no one around

Your thoughts become the biggest sound

If I died tomorrow 

I do not believe there would be much sorrow

I am just a punching bag for every one

I take all the hits and then for you I even try to reason

Maybe my action was what made that be

the person who actually hates me

I can't tell anyone I need a hand

It's not like they'd help or take a stand

I am just a nobody in and about

And I am the perosn filled with doubt

I hate this angry person 

It's exhausting and uncertain

Like, do I drink and get a hangover

or pop pills and over dose like before