When you want to be at the highest,
believing that you would be the best,
the belief that was too high for any sensible reality,
All that you think about come crashing down,
beaten down by other things,
other people that you thought would fail,
pass you by like the breeze.
Nothing that you can do can bring it back up.
Anything that you do fails,
failure may be a teacher,
but that teacher may lead to suicide.
The failure becomes a thorn of pain into your spirit.
The pain that now hurts me,
hurts me hard and painfully that it drives me,
drives me into insanity.
The insanity that will kill me.
Everyone thinks I'm okay,
Yet nothing is okay.
All that I feel is depression.
It kills me of how I fail everything.
All that can happen is to slit my own throat,
Failure are triggers, and they deepen my own depression.
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