Do whatever you want w/ this, i just ran out of creativity and inspiration.
(this poem describes me perfectly)
Days of endless struggle
More hopeful pills today
Trying to appear 'normal'
In some sort of way.
Very little energy
Wanting to stay in bed
Wishing to be enthusiastic
Instead of feeling like I'm made of lead.
No confidence, no self-esteem
Everybody else is right
To speak my mind is to be a fool
So I just try to 'sit tight
Any one of these problems
Would be a heavy vice
But when you have them ALL
Living seems like a roll of the dice.
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