I feel like I’m fighting for my life
And no one knows the depth of my despair
Too busy
Too uninterested
Too annoyed
Too…everything
I am a burden
A blight on a perfect life
Acknowledging me means they care
Caring means taking action
Neither are appealing to them
So it’s best to ignore it
Hope I’ll go away
It’s easier for them that way.
Would anyone notice
Would they even care
If I were to disappear
Would lives be better
Without the complications
Without the worry
Without the troubles I bring
My patience grows thin
Feelings becoming too hard
Just want it to stop
Peace is an illusion