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Why try when I'm trying alone
To carry mountains across a bridge
Why try when I'm talking to a brick wall
For so so long
But screaming louder just makes the wall thicken
I had built the wall to protect me
But now there's a huge gap
Between what I feel and what I articulate
Why try when they only see the bad in me
They'll only love me
when I'm the way they want me to be
Why try when I'm trying frantically
To grasp my thoughts and feelings
But I watch it escape me
I feel it slip through my fingers
I am helpless in that moment
Why try when I went from yelling 8 tines out of 10
To one time out of ten
But I'm told you're still bad for yelling that one time
And the fact that your father yells 10 out of 10 times?
Well that's how parents are
Do you know how much hard work it took me?
But other people get to pull a brick from the bottom
As it tumbles down before me, they laugh at me
And then I'm told don't stop to feel upset. Move on.
Just brush yourself off and continue again
Knowing they'll come back and repeat their acts
There's no point.
If I asked you why try?
You can't answer it
There's no answer
Because I should give up
I could relate to this a lot, and I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I'm glad writing is providing a good outlet for you to release these emotions that you may not feel comfortable talking about to people in your life, and I look forward to seeing more of your work.
I really love the emotion and the writing style in this. You can do it.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive