I wrote this with a smile

[Mediocrity]

I just want to get out of my bed
and not wish that I was dead
I try to stay positive
but it’s all a facade I’m sick
in the head
I think somethings wrong with me
it could be my chemical imbalance
somethings off with me
I don’t know..
but I gotta fix it
In the end will it matter?
Will I really see a difference?
I see myself as a burden
to the people closest to me
My past mistakes have come
back to haunt me they whisper to me
I hear them loud and clear
It’s like they in the side view mirror
closer than they appear
I can’t seem to break away
try my best not to think about it
my thoughts are grey
Wether I go or I stay
It makes no difference to me
either way I’ma be okay