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Am i the future? No im not, but you think so. Am I a good kid? I use to be, but you hope so. Am I the Dark One? It looks to be but you ignore that.



I've got so many things going on in my mind and on top of all this you put on pressure. You take the only things I can control and use them for you. It was always for you, not for me. For all of you, not for me. Well, lifes for you, not for me.



But for the ten seconds that you cared about me in your life, yours not mine never mine, you had a hope and a fiath fixated that I was good at something, was capable at something, but that was a lie. I lied. At some point I believed my own lies, but then I felt guilty when people looked into my eyes. Thats when I could see that im a nobody. That I'm useless, mother, and I'm useless, sister, and I'm useless, teachers, and I'm useless, father, just like you.



And it only hurts to be awake, it only hurts to be sober. Can you honestly say that theres something to make it all better? Something to coach my choices?Something to listen when I confess? Or hold me when I cry ? Forgive my failures without hating me? Something to look through all my lies? When I am only a lie. And all lies must die. If it was all for the better, would you help me die?