Heavy Mornings

Fear says what if you try and fail

Life is too hard and well

It’ll be difficult but honorable to bow out

Driving for many years finally out of gas

Calling for assistance isn’t hard it’s just embarrassing

Tired of lying via smiles out of curious miles.

I don’t want to go to work

Don’t want to admit I’m hurt

Can’t find an amount I’m worth

Rebirth cannot fully remove my shame

Was gonna call and ask for assistance

But who am I to deserve compassion

You don’t fucking get how worthless I am

Oh it’s a taste that never leaves

So yeah I self medicate running from chasing irrelevance

Sadly getting to the end doesn’t seem possible

Where are the lifelines we are taught

Where are the safe fields filled with joy

I’ll never be worthy enough to see them.

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