Lately I've had a hard time doing things
The things I used to love
Like reading, writing, talking
Have become dull
Lately I've had a hard time caring
Apathy has latched its arm around mine
And every day we walk together
Every step taken
More of me is drained
I’m trying
But it’s hard
It’s hard to do
Things
Living has become a hassle
My bed has become a puzzle
And I feel like it’s the only place I fit in
I see those around me
They live their lives
They seem so happy
Why can't I be like that?
When did I become like this?
What’s wrong with me?
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Lately I've had a hard time doing things
The things I used to love
Like reading, writing, talking
Have become dull
Lately I've had a hard time caring
Apathy has latched its arm around mine
And every day we walk together
Every step taken
More of me is drained
I’m trying
But it’s hard
It’s hard to do
Things
Living has become a hassle
My bed has become a puzzle
And I feel like it’s the only place I fit in
I see those around me
They live their lives
They seem so happy
Why can't I be like that?
When did I become like this?
What’s wrong with me?
I keep telling myself I'm just a little sad and nothing's wrong. But it's pretty obvious something's wrong.
