Everyone's asleep

Silently I weep

Misery boiling 

Anger steep 

What one sows 

Isn't that what they're supposed to reap? 

 

Why do I remain good

Continue to be kind

Try ever so hard to preserve my mind

Karma seems to lack purpose

Or simply ignores the concept of time.

 

Doesn't my pain matter

My life unrecognizable and tattered

Am I that good at pretending 

That no one notices I'm descending

into the depths of despair 

Gasping, grasping for an ounce of air?

 

I can't do this again

I have been here before

This state of being

I absolutely abhor

I am way too tired

No fucking more!

 

 

(PSYCHOBABBLING)