Do whatever you want w/ this, i just ran out of creativity and inspiration.

(this poem describes me perfectly)

Days of endless struggle

More hopeful pills today

Trying to appear 'normal'

In some sort of way.

Very little energy

Wanting to stay in bed

Wishing to be enthusiastic

Instead of feeling like I'm made of lead.

No confidence, no self-esteem

Everybody else is right

To speak my mind is to be a fool

So I just try to 'sit tight

Any one of these problems

Would be a heavy vice

But when you have them ALL

Living seems like a roll of the dice.