Dead End
Have u ever feel like, you’re… well.. shit?
Everybody succeeding and you’re just trash that can’t get anything done?
I don’t know how to feel
What do i feel
Nothing i felt
Everybody moves so fast
At such a high speed
Faster than you can imagine, they steer the wheel far beyond your imagination
Why can’t you be anything
It feels like being anybody else but yourself is better
Anyone
I can’t survive
If it’s the last day of my life then so be it.
Who am i kidding i’m not even prepared for dying
Not even God wants to see me
I’ve reach the point where everything is a dead end
Even the street i passed to get here is
Dead,
And end.
Will there be a new beginning?
Seems like there is.
But i can’t put my finger on it.
If i take off the victim glasses
and be objective
Being honest with myself
I can see
There are ways
Ways that scared me
I’m not sure
If i want to go there
Because i think it will just be the same
Dead,
And end
But then i just stay here?
Stay being shit?
I’m scared
I’m really scared
Nobody is here with me
Forget friends
Forget family
I think even me already give up on myself
There’s no point
I don’t see a point
In continuing
But damn it hurts
Seeing others make it
Why does it hurts so much
This would seem childish but
That should be me
And what others don’t realize is
I don’t hate them
I hate myself
I don’t envy or hate them, but people seem to take it that way
No
I hate myself
All the doors seems to close up upon me when i get near them
What’s the point in continuing
I know the point
I’m just
Tired
Of the unpaid hardwork
Being pranked by yourself
With no guarantee of ever succeeding
Aren’t you tired?
Seeing the end looking like a new beginning?
and, the beginning looking like an end?
What’s the point in doing it all over again?
With no guarantee of ever succeeding
