march

I been struggling with feelings
These overwhelming thoughts I need relief
Trust my intuition
I'm buried in my insecurities
I'm a product of this world
Hear my stories, my reprise
I'm feeling sick
Emotionally drained and on my knees
Where the love go
I did nothing but care, to say the least
Now you out living your best life
While I'm left without a need
I don't feel the music
I just wanna stay at home and sleep
I work a job that I don't care about
They don't care about me
My friends concerned cause
I been drinking way to much
My thoughts harassing me
The only thing to numb the dead inside
I watch life passing me
A dark place, very dark place
It's not that new
But I haven't occupied this headspace in a while
I'm tired of battling

You're fucking worthless
Fucking waste of life, you pay the price
And you acting like this counseling and music
Is gone save your life
You fucking prick
Selfish piece of shit
That's why they left your ass
You fucking softie
Now they with someone else and
I bet you that it's better
That man enjoying what you had
It's fucking sad because you had it in the bag
How the hell you come in second
To another man
That she only knew for weeks
While y'all grew up from the age of ten
If you would have called he'd be alive
If you would have answered one more time
If you would have put your pride aside and
Talk to him, he'd be alive
You fucking piece of shit
He knew you since the beginning of all this music shit
Helped you make your first mixtape
In that barracks room and shit
Now he's gone forever
And I feel that you're at fault to blame
Now the woman that loved you has
Left you for big and better things
A part of me feels that
You should never ever live again
But I know someone's listening
Suicide, I'd be ashamed
Suicide, I'd be ashamed
Yeah
Suicide, I'd be ashamed