TFW

Somewhere along the line I lost all motivation to try.
I only feel bad for myself and so I drag everyone down with me.
I can’t handle the weight of the day to day.
Then the nights get wild.
I can’t afford the minimum but I pay it anyways.
The nights get wild.
I can’t afford the cab but I take it anyways.
The days get dark.
I can’t even remember the last thing I remember.
I’m no stranger to sorrow, no guest to guilt.
I won’t feel better tomorrow.
Just a strange sense of complacency that drags me along anxiously,
far away from anywhere that I thought I would ever want to be.