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The Game of Life
The reflective surface stares back at me
Making me hate everything I can see
With red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks
My strength is getting very weak
With a glass of water and a bottle of pills
My heart pounds with my final thrill
My muscles assist by swallowing my fate
My eyes are filled with nothing but hate
The seconds tick by
One
Two
Three
My knuckles turn white from my grip on the sink
My pounding head makes it hard to think
I appreciate the effects when my face starts to blur
In and out of focus my eyes lock with hers
I see the fear slip away as relief takes place
And then all of a sudden I can't see her face
The tile is cold caressing my skin
Is this it? Did I finally win?
If life was a game mine lasted too long
I envy those who remained strong
I shook the dice as I took my last roll
My heart slowed down as death took its toll
Making me hate everything I can see
With red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks
My strength is getting very weak
With a glass of water and a bottle of pills
My heart pounds with my final thrill
My muscles assist by swallowing my fate
My eyes are filled with nothing but hate
The seconds tick by
One
Two
Three
My knuckles turn white from my grip on the sink
My pounding head makes it hard to think
I appreciate the effects when my face starts to blur
In and out of focus my eyes lock with hers
I see the fear slip away as relief takes place
And then all of a sudden I can't see her face
The tile is cold caressing my skin
Is this it? Did I finally win?
If life was a game mine lasted too long
I envy those who remained strong
I shook the dice as I took my last roll
My heart slowed down as death took its toll
Published 20th Jun 2017
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