Do you think this has been easy?
Free will — but no will.
Living a life — but no life.
Going places — but nowhere.
I’ve seen a lot.
A lot of tears.
A lot of missed chances.
A lot of sleepless nights.
They love me…
They love to watch me fail.
They love to measure how far I won’t make it.
They love the taste of my suffering —
as if my pain is their entertainment,
as if my breaking is their hope.
Now I’m left trying to rescue myself
from suicidal tendencies,
from self-sabotage,
from another year drowning in tears,
from sprinting away from the life I deserve.
Don’t call me selfish
when I have never lived a life
I could call my own.
I have lived serving others
above my health, my years, my fears.
I tried to be happy —
yet somehow pain found its way through my smile.
I tried to be loved —
yet they love me only to hate me later.
I tried to be free —
yet I can’t even take the bus back home
without feeling trapped.
So tell me…
Do you still think this has been easy?
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
Do you think this has been easy?
Free will — but no will.
Living a life — but no life.
Going places — but nowhere.
I’ve seen a lot.
A lot of tears.
A lot of missed chances.
A lot of sleepless nights.
They love me…
They love to watch me fail.
They love to measure how far I won’t make it.
They love the taste of my suffering —
as if my pain is their entertainment,
as if my breaking is their hope.
Now I’m left trying to rescue myself
from suicidal tendencies,
from self-sabotage,
from another year drowning in tears,
from sprinting away from the life I deserve.
Don’t call me selfish
when I have never lived a life
I could call my own.
I have lived serving others
above my health, my years, my fears.
I tried to be happy —
yet somehow pain found its way through my smile.
I tried to be loved —
yet they love me only to hate me later.
I tried to be free —
yet I can’t even take the bus back home
without feeling trapped.
So tell me…
Do you still think this has been easy?