Sleep

If I'd have known that from the minute I was born
 That the price of my existence would be the weight of expectation
 Then I wouldn't fucking be here
 How can I focus on the life I'm supposed to lead when every day I struggle with existing?
 I've dug a hole so deep in my mind that I can no longer see the light of the sun
 I can no longer hear the voices of people I love
 I've been breaking my hands
 Trying to carry the burden that I've placed on myself
 I'm so afraid of the end
 I've lead myself to believe that I may never be happy again
 I think the hardest part of all is trying to justify my habitual self-deprecation
 When I am constantly surrounded by sources of love and affection
 I know that I'm not on my own
 But I can't shake the feeling that I'm in this alone; there's no one that I feel safe with
 
 All I've wanted for so long is to succumb to a sleep that I am not afraid of
 Give me the strength to love myself, as I am told that I am loved
 May I believe, despite my doubt, that someday I'll be good enough?
 Give me the strength to love myself, as I am told that I am loved
 May I believe, despite my doubt, that someday I'll be good enough?
 Hindsight is a miserable thing
 When you don't know where you're going and you don't care where you've been
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 Hindsight is a miserable thing
 When you don't know where you're going and you don't care where you've been