Withering

I envy people who are evidently loved and treasured.

Whereas I only exist to take care of others while pressured.

I pay for everything, do everything without help – I’m basically a slave.

They’re full of shit and oh so useless, the family that you gave.

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I wonder what it’s like to never work hard and still have everything?

These people, I can’t believe they have the audacity to consider anything boring.

Why do I even put on so much effort to survive a life I don’t even like?

Waking up to the reality of being alive is bad for my psyche.

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Finding the will to live is hard when you hardly have rest.

My life is only filled with challenges, like I always had to ace a test.

I wish survival mode had a pause button to actually enjoy anything.

Time flies by and all this toiling away left me old and withering.

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I’m not naïve, I’m fully aware of the cross I need to carry.

But please, how about a break? It’s just too many.

I know you love me but how about helping me achieve my dreams?

I can’t help envy people who achieve them effortlessly it seems!

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Floating in a sea of people, yet I feel alone.

Drowning in my thoughts, is this for my sins to atone?

Been searching and yearning for my life’s purpose and meaning

But all this just sapped the hope of my whole being.

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Star Ashley Cruz

Oct. 4, 2025