Maybe I'm a wimp who can't do anything
Too scared to think or talk about what tomorrow will bring
Maybe I'll be alright and Everything will be okay
But that's not guaranteed and my world starts to wilt away
I wake up everyday with these thoughts inside of my head
I feel so alone and I think I'm better off dead
People talk to me but it's like I don't even exist
These people don't need me, I'm the last person on their go-to
list
But it's okay, I'll be okay
My yellow deteriorates and I don't even want to live another day
But it's okay.
I can only sit for so long inside of this silence
Before my voice starts to rise, ridden with violence
I'm just that type of person who can't help their emotions
I'm in shallow water but my tears make an ocean
And Inside that ocean I'm being pulled under
My anxiety is the threatening cold and my depression is the thunder
I wonder how it feels to actually enjoy life
Not having to deal every hard day and every hurtful strife
But I'll never know because I'm just another wimp who can't do anything.
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