Going under

Can’t you see I’m falling?
Falling out of trust
My friends have gone forsaken
My life has gone flat bust

My friendly self has gone away
To be lost for many ages
Abandoned by my self
Left for history book pages

Friendly friends are only friendly
When it’s a benefit to them
They stand there to protect your back
Then stab you when it helps them

My failing life is spiraling
Downwards into a hole of hate
People are fed up with me
My morals even I can debate

This chaos sounding in my ears
Is a that train heading towards me
I’m running as fast as I can go
The whistle in my ear like a bee

Tripping falling in my struggle
Going down I’ve lost my calling
Deep inside this hole
Going under I am falling

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