Sometimes, late at night, I think I’ve had enough—
of this pointless life, this hopeless world.
I brawl with my thoughts
for far too long.
When I’m exhausted to the point
I don’t know why I should bother,
when I want to get out,
one way or another—
I sweat, I shake,
I want to be gone.
But then I fall asleep, and it all fades away.
When morning breaks, everything\'s okay.
I wash my face for another day—
of nothing at all.