sometimes I feel like I'm always going to be broken

if therapy can't fix me, how will I ever become whole

I can't remember a time where I didn't hate myself

where I didn't overthink anxiously about every little thing

I really thought therapy was the answer

I really thought I'd beat it this time

and somehow I didn't even get close

maybe happiness is just not meant for me

a life of solitude and sadness is more familiar

nobody I love actually ever stays

what does that say about me?

I give so much of myself to everybody else

and never get anything in return

there is nothing left for me

how naive younger me was to think

moving out would actually solve all our problems

there's only one thing that would fix this problem

and unfortunately I don't have the courage to do it

there is too much time.

i am stuck here inside,

with me, myself, and i,

in my head all of the time.

all the days run together.

there is no end in sight,

no light at the end of

this really dark tunnel.

there is too much time.

i just want to go outside,

but there is nowhere

and no one to go out to.

i constantly feel alone.

the future is not assured,

what will the world look

like when we all return?

there is too much time.

in this crazy world it is every man for themselves...

and it is naive to believe that everyone is honest.

everything people do has an underlying purpose,

whether they realize it or not.

people just do not care as much anymore.

genunity seems to be something most are lacking,

it is all about reputation. everyone is a pawn

in someone else's game, disposable once played.

i need to get out of here

away from this place and

away from these people

how can they not see all

of the damage they've done

directly or indirectly

intentional or unintentional

it cannot be undone

it is far too late for that

to still be a possibility