In the morning mist,
Sat here, hand in a fist,
A million things running through my head,
Waking up sometimes wishing I was dead,
They say everyone has a story to tell,
They say everyone wishes upon the well,
I know that everyone goes through hell,
Wishing that my story I could tell,
Wishing that my fear didn't stop me,
From closing up and pushing them away,
From knowing everyone else is going to say,
Stop being selfless, think about the others,
Think about your father, mother and brothers,
Think about your relationships and lovers,
Stop being selfless, it not all about you,
Think about others with stories to tell,
Think about others who just fell,
Through some sort of pain and depression,
Why do I force myself into this oppression.

Maybe I need to be selfless, to get better,
Maybe I need to be careless, to see the life letter,
All I have done in the past,
My friendship never last,
Life is moving way to fast,
I will scream if I hear one more, "Am here for you"
In the past, I reached to you with no response too,
I know that everyone has a story to tell,
But where my wish that cast upon the well,
I know that everyone, say that someone there, just call,
But if I call will you answer, maybe in the fall,
I know everyone find comft in the line,
"Am here if you need someone to talk"
In the past, I message just to be told to walk,
So excuse me if I don't cry or call you with my problems,
But answer and listen to yours everytime you want,
Been called toxic and maybe drugs and alcohol are my toxins,

I've been a selfless wreck for as long as I can remember,
I've been a self destructive force, as a humanity member.