The cost of living is so expensive that dying seems like a relief.
Thinking of my dreams and basic needs cause me grief.
A small home and a family of two,
That’s all I ask but can’t afford even at thirty-two.
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I was only sixteen when my father passed away.
Life became difficult and bleak every single day.
Just when we’re starting to rise above, my mother became
sick and incapable.
And my younger brother is now unemployed and useless, it
makes me miserable.
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The world just keeps getting heavier on my dislocated shoulder.
Can anyone tell me, how do I become more numb and colder?
Why do I still hold on, when all the good things are
unattainable?
I just want to be free from my overwhelming thoughts and not
be miserable.
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My diligence, perseverance and hard work does not pay.
Even worse, I now question why I still pray.
So many people don’t know You but they have a better life
than me.
My lack of success has made me perpetually cynical and
unhappy.
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I don’t have anyone or even anything.
What’s even the point of still existing?
Life is only great for those who waste it on foolishness and
debauchery.
While I spend my fortune on the bare minimum and cheap
mediocrity.
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I wonder what it’s like to afford feeling special and
important?
What’s it like not even noticing a problem as big as an elephant?
Ignorance is bliss for people having things handed to them
on a silver platter.
While here I am, thinking everything I ever did and being
alive don’t even matter.
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Time waits for no one, but my low tier goals are still
outside my reach.
What lesson is there that life is even trying to teach?
Sometimes I just want to give up and die as my efforts feel
like they have no meaning.
I’m not sure how long I can even survive this pathetic feeling.
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Star Ashley Cruz
Oct. 26, 2024
