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Where are You?

What have I done
I'm feeling so down
When will this end
When will my life begin
I feel so trapped
My head is screaming
The voices all around
There's so much sound
What will I be?
What will I do?
Go left, go write
Which one is right?
"Creative doesn't pay"
"Medical is needed"
"Sell this for me"
"Why isn't it working?"
"I need a painter"
"Do what's best for you"
What is best for me?
Who am I anymore
So long self identity
I used to know
I used to believe
There used to be hope
Now I just hope it ends
What is the point?
Live to work
Send off your love
Hello baby sitter
My heart is hers
And oh does it hurt
To know to survive
There must be so much sacrifice
Am I wasted potential?
How do I believe?
I want to believe in me
I want to see
What am I meant for?
What am I meant to do?
More than just struggle?
More than be a mother?
More than this shitty room?
In this shitty house
That traps me
It is all trap
I feel so stuck
I don't know how to get out
I am begging
I am desperate
Answer me!
Answer!
What do you do!?
I don't know! I don't know!
That's all I can say
And I hate it!
Let me out
Free me!
Be free!
Escape....
I am barely holding on
She is all that keeps me going








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