Why are the colors of life so grey, so blue, so cold.
Even though i’m young, underneath the sunlight i feel so old.
It feels like i wasted decades of my self-growth in a day.
Where is the view, where is the thrill,
Maybe i can feel that high, that euphoria with a pill.
I feel lifeless, worthless
hopelessly i try
hopelessly i cry
I grow a river of tears,
trying to find my soul.
I just want to feel whole.
Where is the light
Where is the passion
Where is the fight
I feel like the truth of life is erased from my sight.
I feel
I feel
I feel
but when will i breath
When will i see
When will i be free
When will i just be
Me!
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“It feels like i wasted decades of my self-growth in a day.”
This is how I feel sometimes, so I can relate. Not just in a procrastinator way but with slight depression. I really liked this.
Thank you!