I’m not aiming for anything.
I’m not particularly trying.
After all it’s not that I don’t want to,
Or that I don’t want to try,
It’s that I don’t think I can do anything.
I don’t believe in me.
I don’t think anything will change and I can’t face the heartache of trying every day all alone
I can only take it on and go
And it hurts
And I already hurt all day every day so
I can’t find a way in which I’ll be able to live comfortably and happily.
Every step up you lose a step,
I can’t get out of my head
I laughed at it after a while because I didn’t want to admit how much it still applied but when it could be used against him
I realised how sad it was.
Explaining things that no one asked about that don’t need to be explained.
If it never rained again I know I loved it with all I had.
The regret is that to me it’ll never be enough.
The pain is that it never really mattered.
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