Maybe months ago I was right when all I wanted to do was give up,
Maybe you can’t know what is really going on inside my head,
Maybe I could never control what I think,
Maybe all I ever needed was nothing.
I didn’t need people, I didn’t need love.
I didn’t need kindness, or friendship, or anything.
I used to think I was above all that,
And I’m beginning to think I was right.
There is a saying that you need to love yourself,
Before you can love others.
And that’s the problem with me, I like myself,
But I don’t accept myself for who I am.
I always need to rethink everything, and find a better "me".
But sometimes I just can’t do it,
Instead I find a darker, more sinister "me".
But above all else, in the face of everything that bothers me,
The thing that makes me want to give up. . .
Is that I don’t have any answers.
Not a single one, I have no idea:
What to think,
How to react,
Who to love,
How to hate,
How to feel,
And how to live.
Maybe I don’t have all the answers,
And I hope I don’t hate myself for it.