Tired
Why am I the only one?
Why don't they give up?
I already know how bad I've done
But all I say is ‘suck it up
No one cares that's It's hard
In fact It's not enough
Write that on a flash card
It's not even that tough
I'm not that smart
I've run out of luck
I Didn't do my part
And now I'm stuck
Stuck with a dream that I broke
Because I'm the idiot who gave up
There's so much pain in every stroke
I swear to god I'm such a fuck up
Also It doesn't matter
I'm just being a baby
Im climbing a latter
The top is a maybe
I know this doesn't make sense
Just goes to show how tired I am
All of my work is so fucking dense
I can't do what everyone else can
The red lines that bring me comfort
On my skin, on my disgusting body
So shallow. No wonder it doesn't hurt
Also I need to stop eating this candy
Why do I still even try?
I honestly don't remember
I'm kinda starting to cry
What is this, September?
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