So there is so much to say. So much that has happened. Inherently my life is fine. I mean…. I have a good job, I have a family, and I was raised in a normal fashion. I don’t have any real complaints….. Until I look deeper. The truth comes out.
Ultimately I have always hated the idea of making others feel sorry for you. I did it for years. It was the only way to get the attention I craved until I really realized I don’t have a reason to have others feel sorry for me. But some days I need to let the world know:
I had a no good, really bad, messed up dayAnd I’m stressed out, super sad, not okayI’m never gettin’ better, no, it’s not a phaseAnd I like it that way (like it that way)
Can’t pay attention, just give me drugsI’m learnin’ nothin’ (fuck)Wish I felt everything less, can I be sad for a minute, and not be depressed?I’m hangin’ on by a thread, your hands on my neck, and now I’m out of breath
I know there are so many people in the world that have it so much worse. So many can’t get food, have nowhere to live, are abused, have real issues….. and here I am freaking out because I need to make choices in my life. I need to be selfish and say….. I need to scream sometimes and complain. Even if no one listens.
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