Get To The End

Why does my life seem so pointless, it seems like everything is my fault, I can’t express my feelings, I look for excuses, I’m just so tired, tired of what waking every morning means, go to school, be judged, go home, be judged, go to work, be judged, it all seems so unnecessary, why not just cut out the middle, go right from beginning to end, wake up and go to sleep, a never ending circle of non-existence, return to where I feel the safest, my own imagination, where I am judged by a stacked panel, where I can be whoever I want and still be myself, away from the disapproval of all that look upon my pitiful life, no more, I’m tired, I’m done.