Every day I feel lonely I go out and search for a rock so I have something to show for my misery and to quantify my pain but over time I used these rocks to build up a wall that turned into a tower and now I'm trapped inside myself
I want the months to pass please don't let tomorrow come I wait for the day to drift as the hours hang over me I wish away weekends what am I doing it for? I wake up early again again I can't fall asleep it's all relative, repetitive they say it's good for me I'm miserable. why isn't it enough?
they say to give in secret and so I do you say I'm not giving it makes me sad when I do give and you praise another for my hidden efforts you say I don't give but I'm giving in to self doubt and I'm this close to giving up so if that's not giving then I don't know what is.
The things I whisper to myself: You are not entitled to my thoughts You have no jurisdiction over my actions You cannot control my emotions and yet, I have to apologize to myself in secret for apologizing to you out loud.