This life has been painful and filled with sorrow

Spent a lot of nights wishing for no tomorrow

Curating a resume that makes me seem successful

Constantly feeling like I’m not living up to my potential

The pressure I put on myself is unbelievably stressful

Feeling worthless unless I’m chasing a credential

 

Acting like I’m smart, but I must be faking

Repeating the actions that lead to heart breaking.

Maybe I love the pain, it explains the scars on my arm

Such a selfish piece of shit not caring who I harm

 

Loneliness is the price to pay when making a deal with the devil

Anxiety so intense, life always feels like a boss level

Constantly reminding myself I’m on the verge of something great

But I need to keep grinding since I don’t believe in fate

And I really hope that one day I feel at peace

For the time being, I’ll settle for drug induced release