Why do I feel these ways
When I look at my own face
I just want you to hear me
And never look away

I seem to always complain
About the little things
Living day to day
If it is what it is
Then
What’s the purpose to live
Drinking
Popping
Smoking
Killing yourself
Slowly
Suppressing
Emotions daily
Is this what I was
Meant to be
Seems like I
Can’t breath
Every-time
Im in deep
Like I’m in a game
Loosing every fucking stage