Why should I stay, drowning in misery. Why not just leave and
find my true self, maybe in another world.
The possibilities in this universe are infinite,but my chances of
happiness is limited. maybe
if I do believe, one day I'll find
relieve.
But I'm getting weaker
by each day pass, I'm
getting really fucked up.
I have come to the point
I don't care anymore.
My perfectionist thoughts are completely gone, I wish it was
good but it's the dying truth.
My head is empty, my heart
is dry, my soul left my
body, I have no recovery.
I want to let my emotions out
but they have been locked
down, I have put the key
down for a very long while, now
I can't find it. Not sure if I want too anymore.
I stopped taking my meds.
Not wasting my time anymore.
why? You would ask, well either
way I'm only going to be sad.
But why should I stay if I'm
not the same. Maybe for my
mom, huh, that's not even
funny at all. Like she'll give a
fuck.
I'm trying to scream, let it all out,
but it doesn't even make a sound.
I'm giving up and that's a fact.
Either way,
why should I stay.
