I’m my biggest problem I’m my very last hope
My patheticness is humbling
I still don’t know how to cope
My mind is always on the run
Yet my body stays forever frozen. I always find myself stunned
At the paths of which I’ve chosen
My best never seems reasonable enough.
My best self can’t play against;
Every single day seems challenging
My worst self is hard to defeat
Constantly in a state of depression,
Even when life’s going well a different kind of intimidation
Being trapped in your hell
I understand that things
Could be worse,
But things could always be better; thinking I’ll only find peace in a hearse,
Only content when I’m six feet under
I believe all the people did leave behind.
I feel about their sadness, But if only they could read my mind,
Witness my mind’s madness
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