Just Another Cliché

I'm sick and tired
I'm trapped in a repeating ocean
Suburbia sucks
I've hated these thirteen years

Each second
Each hour
Each week
Each year

Has anything changed?
Will I ever get anywhere?
Can hell get worse?
Can I end it now?

Parents, hell no
they're better off without me
And I'm destined to be alone
Everyone I know will die

I can only hope I follow soon after
And meet them in heaven
Patience is what I need
Only about six to eight more decades

Can I resist the temptation till then?

Poem by awkward silence

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