Is saying “I want a psychiatrist.” not serious enough?
Or is it that you don’t actually care for me as much as you’ve always been saying?

I’m so done and there is so much going on.
Too much, actually.
Too much for me to handle.
And I opened up to you twice.
Is that still not enough?
Or that you don’t think I’m being serious?

I told you that I don’t feel safe enough to talk to you about everything.
I specifically said it.
But still.
Is it still not serious enough for you?

I actually planned on going myself.
I’ve always been planning.
Just waiting for some free period which never existed for some reasons.
I thought you’ve been in this field before.
I thought you could finally help me with something I asked for.
And not just something you forced me to accept whatever help you wanted to give.
So I told you.
I guess it’s still not enough for you to take it seriously.

You know what I think every single night when I couldn’t get myself to do anything productive, not even going to sleep early, and just sitting there letting time flies hoping everything could just gone so I won’t have to be having all these thoughts again?
“I could really use a wish right now.”
Just a wish is enough.
Yeah.
One is enough.

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t stay here
Can’t go elsewhere

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t level down
Can’t go upstairs

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t be a snail
Can’t be the hare

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t move backwards
Can't over-care

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t trust the Lord
Can’t stop the prayer

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t stop the yawn
Can’t stop ceiling-stare

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t have sweet dreams
Can’t stand nightmares

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t stay silent
Can’t stop being scared

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t let them go
Can’t pay the fare

I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere
Can’t stop thinking
Can’t say I dare
I’m stuck in the middle of Nowhere

I don’t know what I’m feeling,
But no, it don’t feel right
All I can hear is the air con wailing
In this dark, quiet night

I can easily fall asleep,
Three deep breaths and I’m gone
But I don’t want to move my *** to the bed
And stop thinking and just be gone

The street lights shine through my window,
I didn’t want to close the curtains
The patterns on my wall do look nice,
Sadly, it doesn’t make me certain

To see the life outside through the dark shadows that appeared
Somehow gives me both assurance and fear