Somewhere between I’m alright and I feel like shit;

When you don’t even fit in with both the no-goods and the too-goods.

The mental battles of whether I’m doing too much or too little; to do what they do or stay on my own.

“Oh! she’s doing too much”

So weird, he’s always alone

In a brief moment of clarity, “Fuck it! they’ll still talk anyway”

But your body won’t let you because subconsciously you actually care too much about what others will say or think.

Floating through existence without really existing;

Still breathing but dead inside.

Yelling but no one hears or just maybe no one cares.

A drowning soul with no help in sight;

Mort avant la mort.

Seems like the hardest thing but all I needed was “Hello”.