Title: Like This

Author: Prophet of the Phoenix

Category: Song/Poem

Rating: PG-13 for imagery

Genre: Anger/Depression; Tragedy

Word Count: 238

Summary: A song for people at their wits' end, destroyed by what life has thrown in their faces.

Warnings: Depressing; implied suicide.

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I'm tired of all this pain,

Of all this suffering in vain.

I'm wasting all my time,

Thoughts of death will never leave my

Mind.

Why's it have to be like this?

Why's it have to feel like this?

Why's it have to seem like this?

Why must it be

Like this?

Brought down by Stupidity,

Ignorance and validity.

Angered eyes burning with contempt,

None of this could I have

Dreamt.

I've sacrificed so much,

Never have I touched

What's real.

I've sacrificed so much,

Never will I touch,

What's real.

Cut through the heart to get to the beat,

Slide through the blood—don't admit defeat.

Tainted lies searing with disbelief,

Who could put me through this

Grief?

Why's it have to be like this?

Why's it have to feel like this?

Why's it have to seem like this?

Why must it be

Like this?

Try to go on, but it's too slow,

Try to learn what you can't know.

Try to leave but you can only stay,

Try to keep on living for another

Day.

I've sacrificed so much,

Never have I touched

What's real.

I've sacrificed so much,

Never will I touch,

What's real.

Why's it have to be like this?

Why's it have to feel like this?

Why's it have to seem like this?

Why must it be

Like this?

Why must it be

Like this?

Why?

Why?

Why must it be

Like

This?