Sometimes it’s hard simply just to be
And you can’t imagine any good end
And if you can’t even end well in your mind,
How will the real life end?
Sometimes the hardest thing
Is being where you are
And time will not support you
Not even the littlest bit.
Sometimes you get stuck in your mind
Trying to find a way for your real life
Not succeeding you become lost
And you lose touch with the real.
Sometimes it seems unbearable
It being the thing
And what are you to do?
What are you to do?