It’s days like these that remind me why I’m alive.
Why I took the first knife to my lungs.
When learning how to live doesn’t seem as important.
It’s days like these when I realize why I fight for everything,
and you fight for nothing.
They come from nights like those, that are over before they start.
When this fucked up world seems normal for a moment.
When I’m reminded to do everything like I’m fighting for something.
It’s nights like those that show what the future holds.
When I fade into darkness, and choose to feel no brain.
When all of the pain seems wroth it, and hitting the ground seems worthless.
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