I am so tired and angry
Why won’t life just let me be
Leave me alone to sink
Instead of offering solace
In making my self better
All the things to be done
Just to function
Releasing oneself from this matrix
Should be treated as an act of bravery
To find the end of self to only see nothingness
It takes bravery to risk the pain of those who love you to escape this fate
What if I was weak and easy to break
Would anyone of you given me a break?
Or would you surrounded me like prey
It takes courage to face the fact
that in each of our realities we are the victim
So we all are antagonist in each others stories
We compile many virtues to tell a tale of glory
Or one of pity and betrayal
Is this existence solely to do one harm?
I know im not innocent.
Because I am just, right and pure
The more you fuck around and find out
that I’m not so sure.
Who sent me flowers or brought me a meal?
Who showed up at my door with a care package?
Who has done any of the things I would do for them?
Then I realize that I’m so imperfect.
I can’t always be there for everybody,
No matter how hard I try someone is gonna say you could have done better?
Maybe so, but maybe no.
Because I can’t and I’ve tried.
easier to run away or die.
Maybe just disappear without a trace.
Isn’t that what death is? Either way you flip it.
How could they leave me and not give me what I need?
Who is so much better than me?
Am I not enough for them to do better?
What about us? Isn’t that enough and even more?
The greatest miracle would be a divine counterpart.
Or a human who loves themselves so much that everything is always enough.
I’ll just go back to sleep and plug back in
Wake up and do it all over again.
teachquelle 