My mind feels sick
Filled to the brim with self sabatoge
And a non-commital attitude.
Tears right on the edge
Of running down my cheek
And I say "running"
Because even they want to get away from me.
Then there's that exhaustion again
A sour feeling on my temples
And sore eyes from looking in the mirror.
Asking the big questions
I get nowhere
Will I ever find the answer
To why I can't let myself be happy?
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
My mind feels sick
Filled to the brim with self sabatoge
And a non-commital attitude.
Tears right on the edge
Of running down my cheek
And I say "running"
Because even they want to get away from me.
Then there's that exhaustion again
A sour feeling on my temples
And sore eyes from looking in the mirror.
Asking the big questions
I get nowhere
Will I ever find the answer
To why I can't let myself be happy?
