Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning. No matter how hard I kick, I just can't get to the surface in time.Sometimes I feel like it's me against the world. Like I'm always the one to blame. An easy cop out for everyone's anger.
I often wonder, "what's the point? No one would remember me. I'm nothing special. I don't mean anything to anyone. There must be something wrong with me right?"
There's so many people out there living good lives. Happy perfect little lives. So why can't I?
Maybe I'm meant to be treated like this. An outcast. A loser. A good for nothing. Because everyone's life is so perfect. Except mine. But then again, maybe it isn't.
Maybe everyone else argues just as much as I do. They hurt just as much as I do they're just better at pretending they don't.
Maybe I'm not a screw up, or a loser, or any of those things. Maybe I'm just living. The only way I know how to as best as I can.
Maybe we all feel like we're drowning at least once in our lives. Some of us are just better at swimming.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning. And some days I'll sink. Some days I'll swim. And some days all I needed was someone to throw me a life jacket and tell me that they care.
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