I’d just like something in my life.
That doesn’t make me want to shoot myself in the eye.
I think I’ll have better luck next time.

I wish that I could pause this mess.
Rewind to the start like a VHS.
Replay from the beginning.
Refuse any scenario that has led me to this.

Stressing over minuscule plans.
Bruised from being punched when I needed a hand.
None to be lent.
I was wrong to share who I am.
My mistake believing someone else could understand.
All a lesson I won’t forget.

I think about the past, and I think about the future.
The times I laughed and the changes in my demeanor.
I could never add up. I could never shine.
Don’t want to continue with this name.
Want to go to sleep and wake up with a new face.
There’s always next time. Better luck next time.



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