Eleven hard years of fighting to find my place in the world and do something, for nothing.
Empty inside, empty all the time.
Walking corpse, pathetic, body keeps going for no reason.
Used to be excited about life, but then life happened,
and I don’t want it no more.
I get you Biggie, I too don’t want to live no more either.
Look at my smile there. I’m not that person no more.
I used to be happy, couldn’t wait to prove myself and make my family proud,
now I pray to God every night for death in my sleep.
Turns out I was always empty inside.
What’s missing? Are you anxious cause you want things to just happen for you overnight and they’re not?
No.
I guess once I really understood that life is meaningless, I died inside.