Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?
Toss and turn, Stomach churns, Hard to swallow, My body feels weak, While a still can't sleep, I close my eyes and feel my breathing getting harder, No this isn't me trying to do a depressing poem, this is literally how in feeling right now. I hope there is a free clinic open near me tomorrow because this world seen to want to keep telling me that I haven't suffered enough yet.
Now that's hard, eh. If you can think about what specifically you're unhappy about (e.g., insecure about something, not achieving certain things), you may be able to forgive yourself for that thing and work towards improving it. I haven't done that completely. Most people don't?