Tired

Tired..
That's the only way i can describe how I'm feeling.
You ever felt like you wanted a good life, but you'll never make it there?
What's the point of trying if i keep falling.
Sometimes I just wanna die.
Like I'm more a burden than a help.
I know where i need to be but i don't know how to get there.
And the more i fail at it, i don't wanna try anymore.
If i died today, what would everyone really be like?
If i wouldn't hurt those i love, i swear I'd already be dead.

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