Do anybody understand the depth of my sadness?

I feel trapped in, by the voices so pervasive
I feel like a slave to my actions and thoughts
I feel manipulated by the actions of others

I don't really feel feee to be me.
Don't really feel free anymore.

I suppose the greatest torture, would be to be ripped off our freedom.
Because there will only be suppression, manipulation, tiredness that we feel.


Maybe mediocrity ain't too bad either.
Maybe I should accept that.

I haven't been good at anything anyway.
I beat myself up everyday, I'm my worst critic.
I wouldn't wna be friends with me, if someone talked to me the way I talk to myself.

Chest out, brighten up.
Days will get better.

I pray.


Love don't come easy.
True friends are gems I barely seen much of.
But the little makes me thankful for who I have.

I wish I was better.
I hate myself.
For being so flawed, with so much rough edges.

Adios.