Wasted
Nightmares of the potential I wasted haunt me at night.
Repeats of the old me cut deeper than a sword.
And when I ask for help, I often get ignored.
If I speak on my true feelings, I'll be told that I'm too sensitive
No, everyone is too dismissive
While I feel casted into a pit of anger.
no one to vent to so my emotions are spilling over.
I can never get it right, its like either im over or im under
I'm too smart to realize how dumb I am
I lack the ability to find the motivation to uplift myself
because everytime someone else has a problem
I forget myself
I dismiss myself
But when im lying in my bed on my face crying
All I got is myself.
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