What Good

What good am I?
All my fire is snuffed out
Choked on the reality, that I'm not good enough
A second rate fake
I don't belong
It's a cry for help
I'm a mess in this state
Nobody needs me for anything
I'm better off becoming nothing
I always knew I'd be dead before 32, but I thought it would feel different



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Lloyd
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