Sometimes I feel like an empty shell.
But sometimes I feel so heavy that I cannot be carried by the sea.
So I sink instead of floating. And there I remain.
Sometimes it feels hard to breath.
Others it is just hard not to get bored.
But no matter what, it never seems enough.
Sometimes I wish I felt loved.
Usually I just feel worn out and used up.
Most times I wish I liked me better than I do.
But I just keep pretending to be proud and fake it all.
These times…
