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Cutting my skin like paper

with a blade that is just sharp enough

simply isn’t enough

not anymore

after life there’s nothing

and if this is the only show I get

why step out early

and everyday I wake up feeling useless,

like I’m not achieving.

That I’ll just be another life,

here and then gone.

With no mark on the world.

That I’m not gonna make a difference.

That I’m this tiny little speck.

That I was destined for mediocrity.

That I-i’m not good at anything I do

no matter how hard I try.

And I say I’m okay

not because I actually am but because it’s a gut reaction

because maybe it’s better to make everyone else happy

until I slowly fade away