Sometimes I just want to scream.
Everyone wants a piece of me. The weight of their need pressing closer.
It's too much pressure and I can't handle it.
I just want to run away, hide from it all.
I am not enough, I will never be enough.
I feel invisible as you talk and talk, telling me your tale.
Do you see me?
Do you care?
At the very end you say: So, how are you?
Fine is my answer.
It's all I can say, all I want to say.
I wont bother to tell you what's wrong with me.
You wont hear me anyway.
I slip into oblivion and drown in my own misery.
God just help me get through this minute, this hour, this day.
But I realize that tomorrow it will start all over again.
Will it ever end?