Trapped
I'm my biggest problem I'm my very last hope My patheticness is humbling I still don't know how to cope My mind is always on the run Yet my body stays forever frozen I always find myself stunned At the paths of which I've chosen My best never seems good enough My best self can't compete Every single day seems tough My worst self is hard to defeat Constantly in a state of depression Even when life's going well It is a different kind of oppression Being trapped in your own personal hell I know things could be worse But things could always be better Thinking I'll only find peace in a hearse Only content when I'm six feet under I think of all the people id leave behind I think about their sadness But if only they could read my mind Witness my mind's madness