The Struggle
Real friends don’t act like this
They don’t let you struggle alone
Fake friends are only there when they want
But when you need them the most the vanish
The only friend needed in my life
Is a bottle and a pillow to cry on
I sick and tired of playing all these games
All the games in my head make me sick
The pain gets stronger
The feelings last longer
I don’t understand why this is happening to me
All I ever do it give and receive nothing
I would ask god why
But I already know the answer
I’m a terrible fucking person
All I do is hurt the ones I love
I wanted to say I’m sorry to all the ones I’ve hurt
But in the end the only one standing in the mirror is me
Looking back at myself
Just wondering when
When I’ll give up
When it will all end
When nobody gives a fuck anymore
When the bottle kills me
For anyone who actually cares I’m sorry I just can’t live this way anymore
Maybe next time you will actually fucking care
You ruined me so maybe the next person you try and help you actually do what you say you will do...