That It's never good enough.

         That I can't do

                  That all of this means nothing


I can't sleep

          because I don't want to get out of bed in the morning

                         Whats the point right?

That I'm so weak

         If I was strong this pain wouldn't consume me

              I would just keep going

I mean I do keep going

        But I also keep breaking

               because I'm faking

                          that I'm not terrified about where my life is going.