Living a cliché

I’m the clay who’s starting to doubt her potter.

More than half the year’s gone but there’s still problem after another.

Suffering is supposed to be temporary but mine’s coming perpetually.

Have I been selected to be in hell ever so early?

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Why, I thought you genuinely love me?

How come you don’t alleviate my constant misery?

My prayers, do they fall on deaf ears?

My hard work, do they mean nothing all these years?

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I’m doing more than I should, but nothing’s rewarding.

Everyday death as escape is what I’ve been yearning.

Can you please tell me, do you enjoy watching me suffer?

Have I no right to a happy ever after?

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When you come back, would you still be my master?

I can’t thrive in adversity, I’m actually losing faith faster.

Alone, always alone, carrying my cross and crushing my back.

Hope for tomorrow and my future, it’s now what I lack.

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My thoughts, my consciousness are drowning me somewhere too deep.

Lord, can you please grant me this: just kill me in my sleep.

It should be fine, I’ve been alone all this time so no one would care.

I’m living a cliché, my life is so unfair.

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Star Ashley Cruz

Aug. 16, 2025