Useless

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Like fuck

You think you're

tired of crying.


You're tired

of crying.


And feeling lost

You feel like you're dying.


The walls are closing in

everyday they're closing in.


The floors becoming steep,

everyday you fall further in.


Oh you crying in public now?

Is this your new thing now?


That you can't even wait to get home,

and close the fucken door.


You're walking with tears in your eyes,

You're walking with tears on your face.


Because you're nothing but a monster.

Oh so you've been told.


Because you're nothing but hell.

Oh so you've been told.


And now the walls are closing in,

the floor is getting steep,

you're crying and dying.

You're dying and crying.


Because your past won't ever leave you,

and your future looks bleak.

and no one trusts you.

So why even try...


So this is why you cry?

because you feel helpless?

because you feel ashamed?

because you feel worthless?

because you feel like pain???






Yes...


That's why.


That's why I'm tired of crying.

I don't even know why I try.


-Fez.

Comments

  1. JordsSeptember 6, 2021 at 8:45 AM

    Tears are falling for the first time in years.
    You held them and faked a few cheers.
    You betrayed your body to appease your peers.
    But now your body is putting you first.
    It has decided to deal with your hurt.

    Let those tears fall for the first time in years. And don’t focus on what you think your autocritic or peers want to here.
    You are here so be here for the you that you did not appear.

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