I feel like i’m lost or maybe I’m just stuck
Between giving a damn and not giving a fuck
I can’t even think straight
I can’t even write
I’m tired of struggling and losing this fight
Tired of being unable to sleep at night
Tired of the stress that’s got me uptight
Tired of standing strong alone
No help in sight, gotta do it on my own
Should be used to it by now
It’s always been this way
I’m starting to see my dreams drift farther away
Drifting faster and higher, right out of my grasp
The one sure thing I was certain would last
But right now the dream seems as vague as my memories of us
My head is overloaded, about to mentally combust
Tired of disappointment and constantly being let down
Tired of waiting for days that never come around
Hearing I worry too much is about to make my ears bleed
I might as well be a mute because deaf ears hear my pleads
I’m tired, so tired, if only people would see
Maybe instead of taking, they’d ask for once what they can do for me
Is that too much to ask?
Am I being realistic?
I just want to be at peace and not have my feelings cast aside like they never existed.
What if I didn’t exist?
Would that get attention?
Or would it go unnoticed like everything else i’ve mentioned
No more pity parties
Didn’t wanna write this one
I’m just tired but can’t sleep and thought i’d let my mind run
Contrary to how it seems, it helps me to purge
So my pen hits the pad whenever I get the urge
to vent my frustration or ink written tears
Because my voice only seems to reach uncaring ears