There’s this feeling in my chest And it won’t let me rest It’s as if there’s a hole That continues going deep down I’m like a tree without it’s leaves Still a tree but not complete What’s wrong with me There’s something wrong But I don’t what I feel as if I’m in a bubble That’s slowing running out of air Struggling to keep going My heads filled with so many worries It could fill every ocean and feed every child Soon there won’t be a me I don’t know how to be I keep trying but everything crumbles God, I don’t know what to do I’m so scared Please help me
There are two kinds of people in this world, the kind that get everything they’ve ever wanted and the kind that work hard and live in the dark I’m feeling loneliest at most Yep this definitely is depressing, watching cars go by and by And yet there you are stuck in the same situation as always Eves dropping, joining into conversations you’re not welcome to Sipping on a martini, oh no you shouldn’t though, you gotta drive Home To where you feel the most emptiest inside
Who am I? Its funny you should ask. I wish I could give you an answer but I simply do not know. Can anyone truly say that they can answer that question! Aren't we all just lost in this world constantly searching for who we think we are? We as these humans can never be one thing for any longer than a second. We are incapable of just being. We are constantly shifting, changing and conforming to suit those around us in this harsh society. So, Who am I you ask? I guess my answer is... Depends.