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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
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
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