Worthless

Again I wake up with this weight upon my shoulders
Wish to go back when somebody would have told that
Life is getting harder, kinda hard to hold back
Wonder if this feeling goes away as you get older

Start to hate my life, but nobody will take care of me
Tried to pray to God, but he wasn't there to answer me
No matter how I strive, it is always stays the same for me
And 'cause I'm scared to die, I feel like the death is chasing me

I'm always on the run, can't enjoy the things I used to
I realize the truth believe in which I still refuse to
I can't sleep at night, I'm so exhausted and confused who
I am even am, am I even I, I'm like who's you?

Struggle with identity, depression, and anxiety
Hate myself so much, scared to show up to society
Voice of mine full of uncertainty and dubiety
Lead 'em all to thinking "Is it like a fine propriety?"

I don't even know, to be honest, myself
Neither I do know much about myself
Anxiety will not leave me alone by itself
The problems on my mind turn my life in living hell

I'm screaming out loud, and I'm seeking for the help
I'm stuck inside my head like I'm stuck inside a cell
Just wanna be happy and carefree as well
I'd prefer being blind than to see the world so well

Worthlessness of my live put me in depression
Everyday's the same and really nothing special
I hate to waste my time but that's the only action
That people ever do in this world

No purpose and no sense for us to live anymore here
The world will get destroyed any moment and sad tear
Dropping out of your eye cause you lived for a purpose
But if you're being real, you know that your life is worthless

Again I wake up on a Monday so exhausted
Don't wanna get up, but too bad cause I'm enforced
To go through this routine all over and over
God please tell me that this nonsense will be over!

I hate my life and I hate myself
I hate to live, but I'm scared to leave
And I get it how hard it's to believe
That you can lose in a moment everything you have achieved

I fall on a bed with no energy left
Exhausted and done, and I pray for some rest
I'm messed up and effed, but I will just pretend
Pretend that I'm good, in pretending I'm deft

And that's how it goes, everyday sucks
There's something missing, positivity lacks
I hate to admit, but I think that I will
There's no sense in life, neither there's free will