Last night I burned all my dreams
Took my hopes of happiness
And set them on fire
Because I knew
They'd never become true
At least not for someone as horrible as me
I held onto them for a long time
Too long probably
But the undeniable truth always comes
When the last people who care
Stop caring
And that's when I knew
I was doomed
My tears are so overused
My voice gone
My words not heard
Everyone impervious to my struggles
So I took my hope
And I burned it
Because it's gone
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
