Ehhh

Ehhhhhhhhhhh, i don't know, it is what it is I guess.

What does it mean to climb, to aim high?
I don't believe this time,
I can't see a reason why.

To rise or fall, growth with high stakes.
To lose it all,
Loss must be my fate.

Mirrors crack beneath grief, and self loathing.
Hate is a relief,
It fits me like clothing.

Friends forget, people that you try to buy.
Names are debt,
Cents/sense is what I try to cry.

Look within, peace can truly find you.
Before the end,
Find yourself a fine view.

Measuring success by time, is reaching beyond reality.
Loss and acceptance, are the most defining features of success.
The real cost of loss is the damage it does to those that remain.
The only relief is death, and those that suffer it, never endure it.
You don't find peace, it finds you, when you stop looking.