We started so loyal, so strong and brave,
But now we realise, we're not meant to be saved.
We started over, and over and over,
But nothing changed, our lives just got colder.
We're not at all righteous, we're not who we thought,
We're monsters and demons, and forever war-sought.
We try to be heroes, but still we're the sinners,
How did we ever think we would be the winners?
We can't fix this now, we don't deserve this praise.
We stared this war, and we're not meant to be saved.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
