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The Work

I walk in the door after another long shift  
 
Im exhausted  
 
7 days a week and still struggling to make ends meet
Responsibilities dominate my entire life
A pressure to keep everyones head above water
Reduced to nothing more than a machine  
 
Im exhausted  
 
A machine on auto pilot going through the monotony
Day after day, a neverending cycle
Work, sleep
Rinse and repeat  
 
Im exhausted  
 
Time becomes a blur
What day is it?
What month?
These concepts become increasingly irrelevant  
 
Im exhausted  
 
The work is all that matters
The work is all that exists  
 
Im exhausted  
 
The work keeps me going
The work gives me purpose  
 
Im exhausted  
 
Its the internal struggle that tires me
Its the fight to not end it that wears me out
Every smile has a thought of death behind it
Every laugh has my demise in its wake  
 
Im exhausted  
 
Never a break from the onslaught of self loathing
Voices begging for me to give up the fight
A greatest hits montage of all my failures plays on repeat
Showing me how much I deserve to die  
 
Im exhausted  
 
The pain of living eats at me
Every new sunrise brings disappointment  
Every night the hope of being the last
I hate myself and this miserable existence  
 
Im exhausted  
 
The work is all that matters
The work is all that exists  
 
Im exhausted  
 
The work keeps me going
The work gives me purpose  
 
Im exhausted  
 
I head out the door to another long shift
Written by The_Darkness_Insid
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