when does the anger stop ?

it is hard not to be angry at the world
guess it is to hide my own dismay
my own fucked up life, which i refuse to end
i should end it
there is nothing that i can do
nothing that excites me

maybe there is something that excites me
but it will pass
guess i have become so shallow that i can not even say i am a pool
where i once was an ocean

maybe i used up all i had
maybe i gave more than i could lose
once i was a mountain
now you can't even call me a pile

the things in life
you know the simple things
it has become a drag
even the harder things
they start to lose meaning

it won't be long now
it won't be long
i don't belong
not here
not now
i think i should
and soon

but it will happen
when time is mine
and then
the anger stops
forever
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