flying

So drained,
And all I do is cop the blame,
Like I'm such a bad person,
Why the fuck do I exist?
Everyday I think of slitting my wrists,
I'm sick of feeling this way,
Not good enough for a family,
Not good enough at my job,
What the fuck am I good at?
Would anyone even miss me if I were gone?
I'm fucking sick of trying,
Over the time I spent denying,
Pretending I'm fine but inside I'm dying,
My will to live is declining,
I'd say I'm falling but you'd say I'm flying.
©br0k3ngirl