Jun 2017
Every day I close my eyes
I feel like screaming; instead I sigh.
Sometimes I wonder why
I'm still breathing and seeing the sky.
I can be happy if I choose to be
But I can't be happy by myself
And I know it's difficult for me
To get along with someone else.
I try, but so many
Ramble on stupidly
I'd like to slap them silly
But know that accomplishes nothing.
So I have to breathe
I have to care for me
No-one else knows how to
It's the best thing I do.
I can be happy if I choose to be
I could be happy by myself
But I know that some love me
And don't want anyone else.
8th June 2017
I feel like screaming; instead I sigh.
Sometimes I wonder why
I'm still breathing and seeing the sky.
I can be happy if I choose to be
But I can't be happy by myself
And I know it's difficult for me
To get along with someone else.
I try, but so many
Ramble on stupidly
I'd like to slap them silly
But know that accomplishes nothing.
So I have to breathe
I have to care for me
No-one else knows how to
It's the best thing I do.
I can be happy if I choose to be
I could be happy by myself
But I know that some love me
And don't want anyone else.
8th June 2017
I'm writing this because I wanted something that expresses a little bit of my everyday frustration without focussing too much on the intensity of my frustration. I also wanted to end this with an important message for all as I've read these sort of messages that remind others to hang on. Thank you for reading!
