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As the years stack up

I find the honesty flowing

Like venom from my lips

No longer afraid to say

when this shit just ain't okay

But being honest with myself 

that is a feat of it's own

a challenge to only face

when left all alone

what the fuck am I doing

where the hell was I going

just words that I am spewing

trying to even the fucking score 

I'm tired

I'm lost

and my mind is fractured

between reality 

and this bullshit imagination

why do I care anymore?

Just one more complaint

just another lost word on the page

nothing is going to change

so I swallow my rage 

this life is a dwindling resource 

and I am just pissing it away

but I would rather live in my head

just imagine the shit away