Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load... I'm too young to feel this old...
Why
does this world
do this to me Am I cursed? like hobgoblins doomed to creep
in the darkness
Born to be lost and wasted in bewilderment
I have been staring long enough at the abyss
It reflects my own image of solitude and bizarreness
Who am I?
Why should I be labeled if I've just realized one must be true to their self?
All this worldly worries have worn out my heart. I am too young to feel this old.
Dear God, may, merely may, you help me to save me from myself?
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