Mon, 09/15/2014 - 15:19 -- ecimase

No longer can I say I'm impressed

Now it seems I am more depressed

I say goodbye to those skills

Highly proficient, lack of will

What you keep on telling me

Of all the failures that will be

Many say that I don't hear it

But too much just broke my spirit

I used to feel so up high

I fell, wondering why

Insecure in my own hide

Feel the turmoil deep inside

In my bed I wish to lie

Just remain there and die

Plagued to live with all this strife

Worry not about my worthless life


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