something to do
By SubwayBoi
Sitting here alone in my house, The warm glow of the computer keeps me company. A drink in one hand guides my path Down the road to nothingness. It's moving, it's moving. What's moving? The nothingness. "It's the weekend, find something to." The only people I want to be with Have tossed me aside Like used toilet paper. I could have gone here I could have gone there I could have gone out alone But I didn't. And I don't know why. Does this make any sense? What am I living for? This depression is real, It's trying so hard not to be a cliche. But everyone is too apathetic. "You're on your own kid." And so I am. "I don't know what to say." And neither do I. "There's nothing I can do." I guess there isn't. I'll just drink more for now, And repeat this pattern tomorrow.Have you ever felt like no one cared when you were depressed? I feel like that a lot lately. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 11:49 AM PST 0 • 1
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