Thought the dark days were gone
That I was finally strong
Thought that I could go on
Guess I was wrong
Bones still feel heavy
Could drown in my pointless misery
Life is still beyond messy
My brain and my body are out of symphony
Tired of everything being a big deal
Don't want to make decisions, brains too far gone to heal
How can someone friends
And not constantly think about how it's gonna end
Like to throw big words at the problems
Depression, anxiety, dysmorphia
I don't care what it is anymore
Just make it stop I implore
What kind of person lives their life thinking of the end
And looks forward to it rather than pretend
Pretend it won't happen, got your whole life ahead of you
Since when was that the positive side to tend to
Only here cause it would cause trouble
And cost money for me to pop this bubble
Want to say I want to be here, to not upset those who care
But honestly I'm just scared
Scared into staying, fear of the unknown
By nature's law, shouldn't know until I'm fully grown
Fully grown doesn't start when your 25
It starts when you're at the end of your life
Too tired to protest, death takes you away
Just as you begin to enjoy your days
This world is confusing I don't understand it
My life is boring I can't stand it
No different than anyone else
7 billion other people to act like myself.
