I'm my biggest problem
I'm my very last hope
My pathetic ness 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 good enough
My best self can't compete
Every single day seems tough
My worst self is hard to defeat
Constantly in a state of depression
Even when life's going well
It's a different kind of oppression
Being trapped in your own personal hell
I know 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 think of all the people I'd leave behind
I think about their sadness
But if only they could read my mind
Witness my mind's madness
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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