it gets harder everyday
to talk sense to myself
to live life the way I want
with my poor mental health
I tell myself I'm lucky
I tell myself I'm sane
but the little voice inside me
insists that I'm to blame
for every single problem
for my sorrows and my fear
I am doing the best I can
to get out of here
my heart is like a time bomb
beating in my chest
still I know whatever I do
I will do my best
the bomb is slowly ticking
the end is soon to come
no wonder I have panic
my fight has just begun
I worry about everything
I'm frightened and I'm sad
I don't know what to do
when I feel this bad
but still I will continue
to do what I can do
I will keep on trying
until my days are through
my heart is like a time bomb
beating in my chest
still I know whatever I do
I will do my best
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