Someone please tell me where I’m going. Am I even on the right path?
When your whole system is down, when nothing’s making you tick the way they say you should.
Chasing deadlines, missing them completely. Losing track of everything, squeezing every ounce of juice out of your mind.
Trying to look inside and realising there’s a hollow pit where you once felt everything. You overdosed on numbing cream, you can’t feel your soul.
When you feel lonelier than ever but the idea of sharing anything real with anyone at all makes you feel so itchy and claustrophobic you just want to peel your skin off just so what they touched won’t be real anymore.
They always say everything works out in the end. They always tell you not to worry you’ll find your place. But in the end you’re gone too. Is that when it all works out?
There are some out there that never get it right. There have to be some. What if you’re one of them.Wandering in circles making all the decisions that aren’t best for you, thinking they make the most sense.
When was I ever passionate about anything really.