Eccentricechoes - Sunshine

I grow ever tired as my body fills with dread

I have that sinking feeling that I'd be better off dead

I see the world crash around me, and hate that I complain

Because avoiding homework is pathetic and lame

I worry about everyone, but there's nothing I can do

So I let myself indulge in the thoughts that just aren't true

That I'm pathetic and useless, that there's no one I can trust

And to do anything less than everything is morally unjust

Weeping Angel🪽🖤 is an 1894 sculpture by (William Wetmore)

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I want to curl up in a ball and cease existing because I have a stupid play analysis due at 11:59PM and I haven't started. Why am I being forced to do homework on a SUNDAY?!

Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.

In case you wanna know something I'll never know

I'm never sure when my friends and I will live, or die alone

Our whole God damn world is that much of a fucking mess

We can call me paranoid, blame it on anxiety

But we know the problems are sewn into our society

Will the rest of forever be filled with this much fucking stress?

I wanna hide from it all, run away

And I would, if things stopped getting in the way

It's not fair, it's not fair, it's so unfair

I'm complaining about not being able to sleep, but, like, it's not like I'm really trying at all. The problem is the idea of sleep can't compete with the sweet sweet sound of my keyboard going clicky click as I stay up past 2am on this God forsaken site

I think there's something wrong with me, and I don't know what it is

I feel like a shaken can of soda, about to erupt with fizz

So I just keep myself busy, hoping that will do the trick

And then I retreat into my spiral mind, until the spinning makes me sick

Everything increases the pressure. Now I'm about to flip my lid

Yet there's no where to relax when the thoughts bubble back to everything I did