I’m sick of trying.
Don’t know why I do.
I’m tired of crying.
Too much boo hoo.
I’m shutting myself in.
I’m locking the door.
I just can’t seem to win.
I fall upon the floor.
Why bother going out?
It just ends in pain.
I better take a new route.
I’ll be standing in the rain.
Looking up and pleading,
praying that this stops.
Drowning while you’re reading.
Choking on raindrops.