Clutching my books
I walk in to a new place
There’s new people everywhere I look
Everybody said that this part would be easier
But it’s not
How is life suppose to get easier
When I’m faced with tougher decisions every day
When I’m broken and beaten down past my breaking point?
Do people hear me?
Can they hear my screams?
Does it even make a difference to try?
Or am I just wasting my time?
I feel like every day is just another
Long distance call
My heart isn’t here
It’s far away
And I can’t even find my mind