The sun came up
But there’s no morning
All I ever loved
Was left for what then?
All hours working
Nothing is worth it

There are things I regret
Make a list
Haven’t listed them all yet

There is repent
But that just leaves a pit

Might be homeless
The fires won’t give a shit

But the worst part is
I’m the one who caused it

The best is yet to come?
Your body lie frozen

I’m inadequate
Insufficient for a purpose
I’m called Worthless

Sunrise over sorrow
What comes tomorrow?

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