I try my f*cking best
I want to feel some semblance of happiness
Something to pull me out of this rut
I need anything
I need help
Maybe in the end it's okay to feel this way
To feel so hopeless all the time
All the years that I've lost
Forlorn
I want to go back
Stop myself from f*cking myself up
But I can't
My chest aches as memories linger
Resting on my chest, halting all progress
I want to be free of this rot
It keeps me docile, repeating mistake after mistake
An encroaching loss of ones self
One by one I lose my heart
Hopelessly drowning in this soul
I want to bring myself back to life
The faint dance, compulsive dread
Through my doubts and misery
Learning nothing throughout this time
Lashing out, through my teary eyes
Apathy towards my salvation
And yet in these restless nights
I long and wake for some stability