Where Will I End Up
Where shall I go?
I am stuck right here, and not many people know
I am trying to escape, but I am told that is not the way to go
I want to stay in this hole, but responsibility drags me out
Why must I have to feel this way? I always have a doubt
I am trying to find ways to get help
Friends, family, doctors, and counselors, just hanging on my belt
Sometimes I think badly, so bad I get scared
Even though scared has always been here, I still try to care
So why does it bother me, and why do I hate it?
Look at me, listen to me, it is because my self-esteem has been hit.
I look back at the photos realizing I was crazy for thinking what I thought
But now it is still reality, I have become my own sadness, and that is exactly what I caught.
Copyright © Clear Raspberry | Year Posted 2015
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