Hopeless
Why do I fight
And strain to hold on?
Would it be easier
Just to be done?
It feels like
It's me against all
And I continuously
Stumble and fall
That never bothered me
A long time ago
But now I am wondering
Am I my own foe
I used to be filled
With so much fight
And took on the world
From day until night
But now I feel
Just very hopeless
And I feel like
Everyone else knows this
There seems
Not to exist
A chance at
My real happiness
Every attempt
Seems to be ruined
It is like
I am being done in
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