What was my crime?

Losing again, all over again, why does it happen to me?

Why does life hit me obstacles, everywhere I see

I wish to become a dust particle to set me free

Or maybe a withered plant, small part of the tree

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Why did I fail again, what was my crime?

Did I hurt someone and pushed them in grime?

Why, Just Why? It's never ever MY TIME?

When would I feel alive, when would life end the climb?

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I'm starting to think I was never meant to be there

'Cause I keep tripping over every step of the stair

It's almost the end of everything I could bear

Life hasn't been easy, I don't think it did me FAIR

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A/N:

I'm doing amazing, and I don't have the GIVE-UP energy... It's just a poem that I wrote, thinking of being someone else.