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I hope I end up dying soon
Alone, quietly in my room
With rich dreams currently broke
The world, You and I take me for a joke

Of pain and suffering my cup is full
To hope and trust in You I am the fool
Never was there a plan of hope or relief
Or that you care and are always here as was my belief

I lived to constantly have my hopes by you dashed
The little plans I manage to make crashed
Your children treat me like worthless trash
If I speak or act accordingly I am judged as rash

I never asked you to be part of this
Nothing from you will I miss
My thoughts, needs, questions always dismissed
Yet you blame me for thinking amiss

You and I should never have happened
I should have closed the doors I flung open
I didn't and never knew you well
Still, I will end up forever tormented in hell