I spend everyday

Feeling less like a person

And more like a toy,

Like some dumb prize to be won,

Only to be cast aside,

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To be thrown away.

My friend-ships burn and they sink;

Sink to the bottom

Of the ocean filled with tears,

Which grows deeper with each day.

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My woe knows no bounds.

My sorrows have no weakness.

My vast depression

Darker than the nighttime sky

With a bleak absence of stars.

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 Is there anything

That will cause the sun to rise?

That will make those stars,

Open their bright, shining eyes?

Or is the dark infinite?