Look at the title, that’s me.
It’s all just idle, look and see,
Thinking breathing is vital, doesn’t make you feel free.
Today I am suicidal, what is my purpose to be here?
When the smallest things hit you the hardest.
It should be nothing but makes you feel like garbage.
I don’t wanna ask for help, am I slowly going mental?
I can’t do fucking shit, what a waste of potential.
I could have become something big
but the only thing I became was sick.
You are 24 and still can’t drive Dominik?
That’s true, and I hide it behind bad excuses like being afraid of it.
Well okay okay, I actually fear it, no lie!
I don’t wanna accidentally hit a guy
and leave him on the street just to die.
The other truth is tho… I hate learning for it, sigh.
You wanna hear another thruth?
You wasted most of your youth
on raging for video games you didn’t even like
and now you are 24 and can’t even fix you bike.
What now Domi? What you gonna do?
Call you dad again? You can’t fit in his shoe.
He would come and help, fix it then too.
And you feel even more like shit, that’s true.
Because you are just a disappointment,
can’t wait for the next therapy appointment,
to get rid of this mental shit and find enjoyment
in your life when you are awake and not in dormant.
This will take a long time
and I am not proud of you
But you either fall or climb,
so what will you choose to do?