So much expected of me
Too much stress
To not disappoint
Working hard to please everyone
I forgot about me
Forgot about what matters most
Took too much time
Now everyone expects apologies
Sorry I'm not sorry
Fuck what you think
Sorry I'm not sorry
Fuck you and everything inbetween
I've become so tired
I cant think
I've become so focused
On everyone but me
To step away
Feels like a sin
Sorry I'm not sorry
It's not my place
I can't tell you everything
Thats wrong with me
I can't even begin to say
That I'm okay
But I wake up every morning
Willing to fight
I can say
That I'm still alive
This breaking point
Always feels like an end
Trying to remember
To be on the mend
Easier said than done
Trying to rebuild
All that I have lost
At least I can say
That I'm still alive
I'm still fighting
Still waking up
Every fucking morning
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