I just...

Sometimes I sulk...

Sometimes I don't know...

I just wait for it to pass...

Sometimes I wish I could speak with my father...

I can be weak...

It tears at me...

I just want to slide away or run...

I just wait for it to pass...

sit down and shut down

Apparently there is no talent...

No voice to be heard in these words...

Earning just enough but with hopes ...

Worthless to have those dreams...

When there is no path to them ...

Submitting to the world only to be...

As miserable as with hopes...

Longing for something of worth in myself...

Just sit down and shut down...