what's one bad day
after a thousand others
blending together
like opposite colors
becoming muddy
and lackluster
no suprise there
pulling the covers
to block out the light
i'm sick of being awake
and of being alive
i've done it your way
and i still wanna die
i struggle to function
can't manage to do one thing right
and it's not that i gave up
or didn't try
i buried myself attempting
to be like you said
i repeated over and over
that it was all in my head
but that didn't make me stop
wishing i was dead
it just reminded me that i'm ******
turning in my bed
i'm stuck in this body
i'm me to a fault
trying to change
is all but a lost cause
if we could be great
wouldn't we all
maybe not but i'd think so
but that's not my call
i wish i was better
for whatever that means
perfect in your eyes
or the best version of me
i wish i was good
but i keep doing ****** things
i wish i was more
but lack in every means