Some days it’s hard to will myself on
To keep pushing forward, to keep on going
I lose sight of my goals
And I can’t remember what I’m doing it for
This is the life I wanted
This was my passion and my dream
But sometimes I question
Whether or not I still want this
Whether or not I’m built for this
If this is worth my everything
Some days I wake up feeling empty
Wondering if this is what’s left for me
Some days I sleep in, dreading what’s in front of me
Sometimes it feels like I have to bear the weight of the world
Sometimes I feel buried under a mountain of expectations
Is the standard I hold myself to too high?
Am I trying too hard? Am I doing too much?
Where do I go from here?
The longer I toil without result
The harder it is to maintain my focus
Is there anything left for me?
Have I given all that I can give?
Did I start off too fast?
Have I burnt myself out?
The inspiration isn’t always there no more
The confidence comes and goes
I don’t always have the discipline to do what needs to be done
Sometimes I feel lost, drifting down a river of sadness
Some days it feels like I’ve lost all meaning
Just another day alone with my thoughts
Just another day trying to cope with my same struggles
I’m better than this!
I slew my demons!
I conquered my fears!
I swore that I became a different man!
I swore that I was changed
I swore that I matured and grew up
Grew out of my headcase phase
This was supposed to make me happy, supposed to satisfy
But some days it feels empty
Some days it feels meaningless
Some days I wish my life had been different
That I hadn’t been depressed
That I hadn’t been sad
But that’s part of my story, always has been and always will
Some days are harder than others
Some days it feels like I’m on the verge of relapse
But I have to do better, I have to do more
I have to keep on going for some day it will pay off