Another night of numbing my cells.
Numbing the feeling of what it’s like to be real.
Another night of masking the pain.
Masking my identity of the life I’ve made.
I’m sick of always trying to be strong.
Trying to be strong when the fact is I’m not.
I’m sick of always ever just being myself.
Being myself for people when it’s never enough.
I give up trying to be what I am.
Be what I am and always be the who to blame.