i used to be a lot more creative…
I’m so tired of the constant lies that I’m forced to tell each day, I’m tired of waking up to another day here, Each day is another terror but I put a smile on my face, This life hasn’t gone the way I would have hoped or dreamed but I’ve made it work,
things would not be like this if I had my way,
It’s exhausting saying how much I love a place that certainly will be the death of me,
I feel like it’s not that hard to see,
My exhaustion and my saddness is written across my face,
and it’s all because of being forced to stay in this terribly awful place.
each day I look sort of happy, but things are not always as they appear,
I never truly smile when I’m here,
It would just be so great to be able to disappear,
Then I think I could finally feel happiness.
I try to be positive, but I already know the day will be a disgrace,
Nothing here is happy or fun,
I think I can definitely admit that I am done,
This whole act is hard to continue because it’s so hard to live a lie.
I’ve even worked as a waitress without completely going beserk,
It hasn’t been easy to live like I do,
But I’ve worked my ass off to make it through,
Hopefully in the end something will work out in the right way,
But for now that just sounds like a cliche,
I am tired of living life day to day searching for something more,
But at the end of the day I just feel like all I’m doing is fighting a war
I can no longer find happiness in anything and even after all my trying, I still
end up with nothing.
