Everything I do is always mistake

I open my eyes every morning, But I don't see any light. It might sound to you boring, Or my pain may be delight. They say I need to get a grip, That I need to stay freaking strong. But what if I AM really a dweeb? And everything I do is really so wrong? I boil in my pain and my desperation, I can’t take a break. My life is such a useless formation, Everything I do is always mistake. Should I really stay among living? Tell me how to escape! Can this life be any forgiving, When I always… always so late?
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