While others say they don’t care, I do
I hope I’m not wasting your time writing my heart on this open battlefield
Because I do care what you think
And you know how I sit by the ocean of uncertainty in my mind
I’ve been trying
Crying to you
You know sometimes I feel like such a waste
Lies, hurtful lies, still
I do not see the progress you see
Ready to quit the day before relief
Help me get over myself.
What I want
Claim to need
Are shots in the dark
You tell me
Where to go and what to do
My ways wear me out
My wisdom garbage thus far
Was drowning in myself
At no point have my ideas helped
So help me get over myself, please.
What are you thinking about after reading this?