Sitting here stressed over stupid things,
I’m stuck wondering
What my life could ever mean.
Been spending so much time
Trying to figure it out,
But the only thing I find
Is a long standing sense of doubt.
What can I do
When nothing’s ever good enough?
When I’m trying my hardest
And I still feel stuck?
It feels like there’s no one in the world that can understand
That I’m trying so hard
To keep up with the demands
Of a world so cruel,
Where you hear bad news almost every, single day;
Sometimes I sit up at night and wonder
What would happen if I just went away?
Would anybody care?
Would I even be missed?
Or am I just another statistic
That’ll be added to the list?
Someone, where after I’m gone
They’ll talk about what I could’ve been,
But they couldn’t see
Who I really was and how I really lived.
Yes, I’ve made mistakes
More than I’d care to admit.
Sometimes I’m amazed that I got through any of it.
But I remember times are tough and my hope is dwindling,
So I sit here crying and screaming
Wishing someone was listening.
I could pray to the gods,
Ask them to send me the strength or to help me out —
To change my life
And get me on a better route.
I’m just scared that my request will fall on deaf ears.
Or likely, that they’re not even there
And I remain here,
Still stuck in my mind, without a friend who would care
That I’m being suffocated, drowned to death by my own fears.