It seems all the good is being consumed, only to be spat out in my face in a darker hue.
Take me back to the good times.
Now it doesn't even feel like the sun shines.
No I don't wanna die, but it feels like I'm running out of time.
So why do I even try?
The ones closest to me are filled with hate.
I just want to find a way to escape.
To brighter days, and get out of this haze.
This is no way to live.
I feel worthless and like I have nothing left to give.
You showed me the way it's supposed to be.
And now I'm doomed, or so it seems.
If I had someone there maybe this would hurt less.
But I'm destroying all that's left inside my chest.
With thoughtless attempts to end my own life.
This is no better than avoiding the knife.
Longing for a second chance in the world of love.
But I'm losing hope in what I thought was below and above.
So what am I hoping for anymore?
It seems there's nothing but endless closed doors.
Maybe if I knock, one of them will open.
It might be worth a try because I feel a little less broken.
They say to love yourself so no one else has to.
And honestly being alone is easier because they're masked too.
Faces hidden behind societies ideals.
If this is the way it is I hope there isn't a sequel.
When did families become so unlovable and judgemental?
The sound of your yelling is driving me mental.
I guess I'll just keep hoping for the best.
For you, for them, and all the rest.
Yeah, I'm a little ****** up but I'm hoping I make it.
For these ****** feelings, I hope I can shake them.