This never used to be difficult for me
But it’s late and I don’t want to write
All things seem harder now than they ever used to be
And all I bring myself to do seems like an aimless fight
Ever since last semester I’ve felt like no more than dirt
While I struggle to make sense of why I somehow still hurt
I mean, try as I may but nothing seems right
As I attempt to sew up my veins and collect my debris
I feel myself breaking as I stay up all night
I thought coming home was the answer, yet still I can’t see
Whether I’m overreacting or if this was really a plight
But it’s late and I don’t want to write
All things seem harder now than they ever used to be
And all I bring myself to do seems like an aimless fight
Ever since last semester I’ve felt like no more than dirt
While I struggle to make sense of why I somehow still hurt
I mean, try as I may but nothing seems right
As I attempt to sew up my veins and collect my debris
I feel myself breaking as I stay up all night
I thought coming home was the answer, yet still I can’t see
Whether I’m overreacting or if this was really a plight
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