Looking for something deeper
Something that just isn’t there
Working hard at nothing at all
Dreaming a little dream
That just does not exist
Gave in when I should have given up
Couldn’t tell the difference
With my head so far up my own ass
Drank away my thoughts to prove a point
Slept away the times I could have changed
Realizing now we are not our own dreams
Realizing now we are not who we think we are
Realizing now in the middle is not the time
For such realizations about the idea of me
Looking for something deeper
Where there just isn’t anything anymore
Working hard for nothing at all
Dreaming a little dream
That just wasn’t meant to be
Gave up when I should have given in
Couldn’t tell the difference
Even when it was all so clear

I don’t want to die… I just don’t want to live…

Hesitation marks get thicker
Your incompetence is never ending
The lines get closer and closer
Your inability is never ending
I’m not even trying any more
Succeeding with your every breath
I’m not trying to believe it
But you are literarily killing me
If you’re going to be anything
In this life… at least you’re efficient…

We are all raised to believe we are so special…

Stuck and I can’t move on
Words stacking up and then they fall
Drowning in letters amongst it all
Do nothing and I’m fine
Do something and I’m fine
No more joy. No more passion.
Sitting still hoping I’ll be fine
Tossing and turning… I’ll be fine
My skins on fire from the friction
Frustrated that all I want to do is die
Brought myself here by my own will
Can’t seem to find the strength
To drag myself back out of this hell
Do nothing and I’m fine
Do something and I’m fine
Instead I’m dwelling on the fact
That I’ve wasted all my time
Believing everything is going to be fine