Why

Why? Why am I doing this?
Why? Why did they pay for me?
Why? Why do I feel so stupid?
Why? Why do I keep on going?
I hate these feelings inside
Anxiety is killing me, guilt is too much
Too much to handle
I don’t think about it till it’s too late
Oh God, I’m so full of hate
Why? Why are my memories gone?
Why? Why is it so hard to deal with?
Why? Why hasn’t it gone away?
People laugh and stare at me
Paranoia settling in
I hate thinking I’m being talked about
I feel like such a damn fool
And I want to die
I don’t think they really care
That they’re really talking of me
But the thought…

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