I don't really care anymore,
My heart is just too sore.
I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling,
And feel so many feelings.
Sometimes I just sit in my bed for so long,
That I end up listening to the same song,
Repeating ever word; every line;
Trying my hardest to have a good time.
I usually end up in tears,
Or screaming and replaying all my fears.
I am confused about my life,
I wonder if I should keep living,
Or just go grab a knife.
I have so many positive thoughts,
But I screw up and tie them up in knots.
Twisting them and making them bad,
Making the people around me mad.
I don't know weather I should be happy or not,
That's usually a regular thought.
I try happiness, then when it fails;
I turn to my other half.
The sad, failure inside me,
Who never lets me be.
I wait for the storm to end,
Just wanting to talk to my best friend.
But a part of me wants to be alone,
Just me- myself, all alone.
