Good luck
Too tired to sleep
To quit to yell
I scream out loud
And then I fell
A lot of noise comes from here
I want to make it clear
Not for you but for myself
I’m living in hell
I am yelling and screaming and cursing
Sometimes I need to explode
I hate life
That is my favourite quote
Too tired to sleep
But still no answer for me to keep
Depressed all the time
Gave up hope that I will ever be fine
Too long, too painful and too hard is this life
No wonder I never feel fine
Keep on hoping cos what else is there to do
No I don’t want to look at the future cos that means more pain and difficultness too
I don’t want a career I want a nice normal job that is good for my health
I don’t want a castle I want a nice normal house preferably in England
I don’t want a prince I want a nice normal good looking guy without wearing a mask
But I strongly believe that all three above is too much to ask
So here I sit behind the computer screen
No one can see or hear me but I am definitely here
And tomorrow I will wake up and another day began
And then it starts all over again and again and again
Good luck, me!
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