And everything is terrible.
Absolutely nothing is fine.
This life is just unbearable.
Here I finally draw the line:
Yes, this little problem of mine
has been going on for a while.
I can no longer fake a smile
and the bad feelings make a pile.
Oh well, doubts keep me up at night.
Burnout always comes with daylight.
Nowadays no days are alright.
Because I see death on the streets,
and I see hate from the elites.
And honestly I’m getting tired
because all I get from this
is sometimes getting inspired
to write into the abyss
in hopes of being admired.
I realize I seem wired
but that is simply not true:
All the time I just feel blue.