Drowning
Drowning
We’re all drowning
Whether we’re drowning in depression
Whether we’re drowning in anxiety
Whether we’re drowning in Finances
Whether we’re drowning in Happy pills
Whether we’re drowning in Addiction
Or Pain
WE ARE DROWNING
We are suffocating in our decision, in our mistakes, in our families, in our thoughts… and in ourselves.
We are drowning in the constant need for attention we are suffocating in our constant fighting and bickering
We are slowly dying, It doesn’t matter if you’re poor or Rich, black or white, pretty or ugly, Fat or skinny, thick or thin, Happy or sad, Girl or boy. We. are. all .going .to. DIE. So what’s the point. For the fighting, what’s the point in The “I’m better than you” talk, What’s the point in the “I have more money so I get treated better.” because in the end you will die, and will the bickering really be worth it.
Is our suffocating worth our constant hatred, Is it worth our constant injustices, Is our suffocating worth the constant judgment of one another's life!?
If so why? Why is Our unhappiness worth all this negativity, So you can get money?! What good is money! Money won’t matter when you’re lying in your grave Lifeless! Dead. Gone.
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