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Why am I so random?

And what are my thoughts for?

Depths I cannot fathom,

My mind's flown out the door.

This constant, pressing feeling,

This thirst I have for death,

Each day is slowly stealing,

The life out of my breath.

There's only so much something,

Someday it all runs out,

With eyes tight, we're jumping,

But suddenly, I doubt.

Promised I would never,

But did it anyway.

Thought I was pretty clever,

But, I'm just not okay.

Happy, and life's peachy,

Things are going great.

Heard the pastor's preaching,

But just listened too late.

The Son above me shining,

But I don't understand.

Why I'm still stuck here whining,

My life so out of hand.

      -Lo Ruhamah