Many will criticize the way my life has been lived,
Never understanding the hows or whys it happened as it did, I spent so many nights alone wishing one would find me or hold me, all that remains in the present is a chain of memories, I detested being alone until I consumed it, my sadness has become a coping mechanism, many will ask why not change it? how can you change when no one wants or has a need for you? The bitterness will become acceptance as emotions fade away, maybe that's why I smoke? to distracts from all the faults of my existence, what you think is needed will never find you, life is at best a chance meeting if your lucky,
For millions like myself we know how it's all going to end, by isolation or a suicide call,
Maybe an accident or disease can claim us,
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