The weight of stones and I need to breathe,
tossing and turning because I cannot sleep.
Staring back at the reflection in front of me.
Never good enough,
that's what I see.
What do I have to do for you to believe?
Believe there is more to me than seen.
Trying my best but never succeed,
always the one to fall, but never on my feet.
Kick them when they’re down!
Twist the knife,
Do I really want to be alive?
At the end of the day, I am nothing but a slave.
A slave to society and my own mind.
I need help and I can't breathe...