Prozac Dreams
sometimes you do everything you can to be okay but it just isn't enough
some people are born incomplete
there must have been a set of instructions for this absurd thing called life
somehow, I must have missed it
sometimes you become willing to throw everything away for the slightest possibility of feeling something
sometimes you prefer unhappiness to a lifetime of normality
how do you get out of bed when you think nothing matters anymore
how do you insert yourself into a life that you're not a part of
it was hard but I think I finally understand
this isn't a place to be if you can't feel anything
it's cruel, it breaks you, saddens you
makes you happy, fills you with joy and excitement
and everything you've been through in the end is worth it
and for people that are like me, we just stand by and watch from the outside
the passing time just changes us, but somehow it never heals
if you aren't broken like I am,
And if you're intact
I hope that you're out there somewhere
And I hope that you're happy, even if you're sad sometimes
Maybe that'll mean that there's still hope for me
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