When I go through trials, sometimes I'm not strong enough
But don't misinterpret, this poems not about getting up
It's about getting knocked down, and finally, knocked out
But sometimes you've got to dig deeper to know what it's about
I'm hurting, the pressure and the stress is killing me
I'm always on watch, because death is befriending, see?
"No pain, no gain" is all that I hear
But just promise me when I talk you won't hide your ear
I need you to listen to my dieing soul
CPR can't save me, so hurt takes its toll
Have you ever felt like you can't breathe?
Like every breath is just another tease?
It stabs me from all four of directions
It's starting to feel like I've lost my friends, my connections...
Et tu, Brute?
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