Verse

No one’s gonna save you
No one’s gonna help you
No one’s gonna be there for you
No one’s gonna support you
Or love you

But it’s a good thing you’re no one

What’s a win when alone

If I die I wasn’t meant to live
A poetic way of acceptance
Who cares anyway
Live and perish
A simple man

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When you give up you know the outcome a hundred percent
But if you keep trying
And keep running
You’ll never know what might come
It might be exactly what you want

Or not
Who knows

Life makes us
We all just happen into it
The right batch cooked by the right circumstances makes the right man

Or the wrong one
It just happens
Probabilities and random occurrences

It’s not my fault things are like this
Shit happens
I am enough
This has been a slow and painful death
Not because I’m not enough
Obsessing over becoming enough isn’t enough
Nothing is enough
As long as you progress
That’s enough

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Move on
If you want to live

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The truth of life
Everyone runs from it
Mad lads those who don’t
But such a beauty, it is

Nature still crafts you
Even though you have a mind

We are rational because the universe is rational
Evolution picked up the clues
The universe is evolution and evolution is a part
If evolution is following the universe
Then are we being shaped as the universe?

We became rational because we saw the rationality of the universe
We feel at one when we flow with the universe because that’s when we best shape the universe
What does this mean?
Are we to blend into the universe
As an end result
For what purpose
And endless cycle of growth and regrowth
Like plants born from seeds
We raise and disperse with a breeze
We come from the chaos of universe
Built into organized structures
Forced to bend and flex
Until a structure which needs not too
A structure which flows perfectly with all around
Why
It removes chaos?
Such a structure will not experience any chaos?
And the universe falls silent?
Seems too far fetched
The structure would only flow perfectly with its slice of universe
Not all
So
Can’t be
Right
Maybe all these structures are simply chaotic chaos
Without a purpose
Why does anything even need purpose
Why not just be
Some sort of crunch is to be

I will overcome
Every hurdle
I ever face

Mental illnesses are often a misdiagnosed developmental problem
Something went wrong
Rarely would I expect it to be genetic
Maybe more susceptible

Patience
Keep fighting
Move on
You have to if you ever want to live
Have faith and never forsake what hope you carry
In your beaten down heart