Waking up every morning seems such a chore.
Getting dressed,
Even more.
Going to school,
And out the door.
I just want to sleep all day,
Or lie crying on the floor.
There is nothing left for me to do in this world, I believe,
But there is this one person,
Who needs me.
For without me, he'd be
Nothing more, than a mess, you see.
Why do I even bother talking to people?
Why do I even bother waking up in the morning?
Why do I even care what others think when my own self image is so fucked up?
Why the hell... do I even bother with this lie that is life?
