(a muse hath visited my tortured soul as of recent, and this is its conclusion)
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"Give it up"

what's the point of faith & hoping,
waiting for life to unfold.
why's my body bruised & broken,
and my spirit, oh so cold.

chorus:

something here is wrong,
and now I must protest.
I thought that I was strong,
but now i am a mess.

give it up.

looking forward, decades distant,
a shattered man i have become.
trapped inside a constant hating,
of pain I cannot overcome.

(chorus)

what's the point of even living,
you don't even care at all.
this is not my happy ending,
not as far as I recall.

(chorus X 2)

give it up
give it up
GIVE IT UP!
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i leave this here for your perusal.
please be kind, as the influence for this is recent, and personal.
in the past i have written a few like this, but this is the 1st in 6 months.