I can't take this anymore. Cause when it rains, it fucking pours. One thing just builds up on the last. It's a matter of time before I fucking snap. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought that tomorrow is a new day. But the months have passed and not a fucking thing has changed. I keep it back, hold it all inside. Cause bitching about things won't change my life. The stress and pressure never leave my mind. Since no one cares the only thing that keeps me going is the thought that tomorrow is a new day. But the months have passed and not a fucking thing has changed. It's so hard to think that tomorrow will be different than today. I've been saying that for so long and nothing's ever fucking changed for me. No! I can run all I want but I can never escape. It builds until I fucking break. Finding a way to take my mind off this is just as hard as finding someone to listen. Fuck you! Fuck all this! I can't take this anymore